Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Read Green, Give Back!

Read GREEN

&

GIVE BACK...

During the last week of each month RP will offer a special coupon code good for 15% off any e-book purchase during the entire week.

At Resplendence Publishing

Our readers will be able to purchase our great RP titles at a 15% discount AND know that for each purchase a portion of the proceeds will be going toward the chosen charity of the month.


Our JUNE 2008 charity is the Arbor Day Foundation.

Beginning June 23rd - June 30th you can enter this code in the coupon field in your shopping cart for your 15% discount:

Arbor15

This is a good time to buy books at a discount!

Read Green, Read Lots!

Monday, June 23, 2008

Summer Break?

I can't believe this is the last week of June. Where did the month go?

There was a time when summer was lazy and carefree, relaxed and unhurried. Mine aren't like that any more. Are yours?

When I was teaching, summer break was my goal. Get through the school year, take a leisurely break for the summer, and then start all over again in the fall. It was a nice schedule, teaching. You get to do a do-over every year.

Writing is kind of like that, too. With each book, I get to do a do-over. Of course it is not the same plot or same characters, but it's another chance to write the best book I can. Make this one better than the last. It's nice if you can have leisurely "summer break" in between.

Lately, that's not been the case for me. In all respects. This particular book, the current wip, is moving slower than normal. Perhaps because I've not given myself a break. I find that is how my day job is moving, too. Slower than normal to get tasks accomplished.

But all will get accomplished. I know it will.

Why do I suddenly have this hankering to take a beach towel, a bottle of baby oil and iodine, my transister radio, and a large glass of iced tea out to my back yard and lay out all day.

Um, perhaps because I'm not sixteen and it's not 1970 anymore. Sigh.

maddie

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Coupon Code: Use Today!

I received this coupon code in the mail from Fictionwise and am passing it on to all of you.

THIS WEEKEND ONLY: USE COUPON CODE "SUMMERONE"

Today is the first day of summer, and to celebrate take 5% off your order when using coupon code SUMMERONE. But hurry, this coupon only lasts through this weekend! Load up your shopping cart and kick off the summer with some great eBooks.

http://www.fictionwise.com

Don't forget that all of my current titles, and many titles of my fellow Resplendence Publishing authors are available on Fictionwise.

Maddie James titles are:

The Curse, The Legend of Blackbeard's Chalice, book one
The Cult, The Legend of Blackbeard's Chalice, book two.
Blue
Red: A Seduction Tale
Ladies of Legend: Finding Home anthology with Jan Scarbrough, Janet Eaves and Magdalena Scott

Coming soon from Maddie James ~ A Perfect Escape

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Coming June 24, A Perfect Escape

A Perfect Escape

A Romantic Suspense Novel by Maddie James

Available in June, 2008, from Resplendence Publishing

http://www.resplendencepublishing.com

The Blurb:

A changed identity. A secluded beach. A sniper.

Megan Thomas is running for her life. From Chicago, from the mob, from her husband.

She runs to the only place she feels safe—a secluded cottage on an east coast barrier island.

Smyth Parker is running from life. From work, from society, from a jealous ex-wife—his only consolation the solitude of Newport Island. He doesn’t need to anyone to screw up that plan. And he sure as hell doesn’t need to complicate it with Megan Thomas.

But when Megan fears she’s been found, she runs to the only safe place she knows, and straight into the arms of the one person who might be able to help, Smyth. Her escape might yet still be perfect.

Or is it?

An Excerpt:

The cottage sat facing the ocean, nestled in the swale of a dune. It was a Nags Header, built in the early 1930’s, sporting sloping rooflines and sweeping porches. One step inside its walls and Meg felt thrust backward in time to an era of balmy breezes, deserted beaches and hot summer days when the screen door slapped hard behind you. The plank floors, ceilings, and walls lent a feeling of old-fashioned charm, along with the push-button light switches and the thick coats of peeling paint on the shutters.

Meg took a deep breath and then exhaled.

She’d made it.

A heated breeze lifted the hair from her shoulders and swirled it about her face. It kissed her cheeks with its salty mist and caressed her body with its warmth. She felt alive. More alive than she’d felt in years.

And safe.

When she’d arrived, she’d run like a child between the dunes for her first glimpse of the magnificent ocean until she’d stopped still and drank in the essence of it all—drank it all in with her eyes, her lungs, and every pore of her being.

She was home.

At last.

Actually, it just felt like home. Her new home. She’d only been here once before at age five when her parents were still experimenting with family vacations as a way of saving their marriage. But they soon realized that the Atlantic Ocean and Nags Head didn’t solve their problems. They’d divorced not long after. Meg remembered how relaxed she felt even at that tender age when she could tune out her parents arguing and lose herself in the sand and surf. Even then she’d known escape.

Perhaps it was practice for dealing with Bradford for all those years. Perhaps that’s why she was such a master of it now. At least, that’s what she hoped.

Closing her eyes, Meg breathed deeply, drawing the ocean air into her lungs. The sea lived in her soul now, the beach hers. All hers and hers alone. Everything in her life now hers alone. She felt stingy, selfish, but she’d given up so much in her life the past six years. She didn’t intend to give up any more.

She didn’t care. She’d live her life as she saw fit.

Aloof. Eccentric.

Indifferent.

Any way she wanted. She’d sleep when and if she wanted. Eat when she wanted. Clean her house if she wanted and if she didn’t, she wouldn’t. If she felt like eating a whole damn chocolate cake, she would. And if she felt like starving herself to lose five pounds she’d do that, too.

She had regained control of her life. Her life. Not Bradford’s. Hers. If it took until she turned old and blue-haired to prove that point to herself, she would do it. But she didn’t think it would take that long. The healing had already begun.

Time.

That was all she needed. Time to heal. And the ocean breezes blowing through her hair.

Turning, Meg smiled at the cottage she’d rented. Though smaller than most of its kind in Nags Head, it suited her perfectly with its two bedrooms, one bath, and kitchen-great room combo. The odd little house sported huge windows gracing the front, a porch that swept the entire width and around one side, and only one door, as if an afterthought. But that was okay, it meant she only had one door to worry about locking each night.

And she called it home, at least temporarily until the rental agency could find her something more permanent and less expensive—probably not beachfront, though. So she intended to enjoy this one for as long as she could. The out-of-town owner didn’t usually rent during the early spring, but had consented to let her rent for two months until something else could be found in her price range.

The money she had wouldn’t last indefinitely. At some point she’d need to find a job.

But until then, this was home.

Of course, all that was accomplished on the road after she’d left Chicago, stopping at a phone booth in Elizabeth City to make her calls. Explaining the phone bill to Bradford would have been tough enough, not to mention what would have occurred when he went over the tapes from the phone tap.

But that was all said and done. Seven days passed without a sign of Bradford. No indication that anything had gone awry.

No black sedan sat outside her front door.

How good it felt to be rid of the black sedan. Bradford called them her bodyguards, but she knew better. They weren’t there to protect her. They kept tabs on her comings and goings to make sure she didn’t leave. They started following her when she first mentioned to Bradford that she wanted a divorce. His violent reaction told her how difficult it would be to break away. But she had to do it, no matter how long it took or to what depths she had to go. And Rudy, bless her soul, was the only person trusted to get her out of this mess.

Everything seemed all right, now, but that didn’t mean she could let down her guard. Not for a long time.

Seven days. One week. Meg let her mind drift for a moment as she turned back toward the ocean to rest her gaze on the rolling horizon. Cindy should have left by now and Bradford should be home from London. No doubt he’d been served the divorce papers. No doubt he’d turned Chicago upside down searching for her. A slow chill traveled up her spine and settled at the base of her skull forcing a shiver. She shuddered to think what he’d do if he ever found her.

But no way he could trace her to here. She’d seen to every detail. Had planned it for too long, all in her mind, the only place Bradford couldn’t reach. No one knew where she had gone, not even Rudy. She’d hated lying, even to her best friend, but it was necessary. No way in hell she’d risk being found.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

New Cover! THE QUEST

Wow! I love getting new covers! I thought I'd show off my new cover for THE QUEST. This is book three in The Legend of Blackbeard's Chalice series. I'm so excited. The cover artist really captured my ideas in her artwork. Isn't it lovely?

This book is due out in a couple of months. I'll keep you posted. In the meantime, here's a brief synopsis of the story.

The Legend of Blackbeard's Chalice continues....

THE QUEST

A night rhapsody is a series of disconnected and often extravagant visions and images, gathered and composed over time, manifesting themselves within the subconscious—and sometimes, the conscious. Jackson Porter has experienced these night rhapsodies throughout his entire life. Karina Upton has been plagued with them, as well. These shared visions are the only things that connect them, even though Kari resides in the politically-charged 21st century, and Jackson, in the 18th.

Jackson is a man driven by a need to fulfill his mother, Claire Winslow Porter’s, dying request. He seeks answers about the origins of his life as well as the imaginary lover who has haunted his nights for years. At his mother’s deathbed he is challenged to meet his fate. His future, she says, lies in a place called Ohio, even though it is miles and centuries away from his barrier island home in 1745. The land is his legacy and by rights, should he desire to seek it out, belongs to him. She urges him to see the circle complete, to move toward his destiny.

In the year 2032, Kari is driven by a need to fight federal sanctions and stay-the-course on her political aspirations to save her land and her crops. She admits, even if only to herself, that her upcoming marriage is one of convenience. Marrying Tye Gentry will save her Ohio farmland in these unstable political times. She sees no other way to gain power than to marry Tye and ride on his and his father, Richard Gentry’s coattails all the way to the Capitol Rotunda.

But Jackson upsets the plan when he time-travels forward and bursts into Kari’s world in the middle of her wedding. Frightened by the fact that the literal “man of her dreams” has come to life in front of her, she emotionally turns tale and runs – but not before she hides him away in a secret chamber of her home before Tye and Richard can kill him.

Coming soon from Resplendence Publishing

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Wow! THE CURSE is a bestseller!

I just wanted to bubble up and share that my book THE CURSE, book one in The Legend of Blackbeard's Chalice series, now sits at number 1 on Resplendence Publishings print book bestseller list.

Wow! I'm so excited!

Here is a brief excerpt from the story.

Chapter two. Claire has just stepped into a small, out of the way, pirate tourist shop in Ocracoke Village.

*****

She set out on a slow amble around the shop. She fingered shells and poked at hermit crabs clinging to their cage walls, and browsed through a section of local books written about the area. Many of them on the subject of the pirate Blackbeard. She perused pirate eye-patches and Jolly Roger flags and toy swords and the like. Finally, she settled in a corner near the back of the shop where she met with an assortment of interesting artifacts.

A skull sitting atop a black velvet pedestal instantly gave her the creeps.

“It’s not real but it looks good, don’t it?” The deep voice came from her left. Out of the shadows walked a man who looked closer to being an actual pirate that anyone she’d ever seen in real life. Scruffy around the edges, time-worn face with weathered wrinkles, and a voice as gruff as sandpaper. Large man. He reached to touch the skull with hands that had seen more of their share of sun and sea.

She edged back. “Yes. It does look real.”

He moved nearer, cautiously it seemed, and eyed her closely as he did so. “Blackbeard lost his head, you know, in a battle at sea. They never found it. Or so they say.”

The skull did look surprisingly real. “Um…I didn’t know that. Interesting.”

He nodded, caressing the skull’s smooth top. “Some say it is still out there somewhere.” Claire looked up and took in the man’s far away stare and the upturned smirk of one corner of his mouth. Then he looked back at her. “What brings ya to the sea, lass?”

That Elizabethan inflection was deeply pronounced in this man. A local. Generations old, she was certain. And the ‘lass’ reference disturbed her for some reason. She wasn’t quite sure why.

Her gaze met his. “Just vacationing. Staying up the island a bit.”

He raked his fingers over the stubble of his chin and cocked his head to the left. “You’re at the old lightkeeper’s cottage?”

She nearly lied, finding no reason to tell this man where she was staying, but then relaxed. Why lie? She would be gone tomorrow. And this peaceful little town, she couldn’t imagine anything dangerous happening here.

“Yes, that’s where I’m staying. I rather like it there.”

He chuckled. “Haven’t seen the likes of ol’ Jack, have you now?”

Who? Jack?

Claire froze, not sure she could find her voice. Could that be…is his name…? “Um… No.” She shook her head. “I haven’t seen much of anyone.”

A deep belly laughed escaped him them. “Lass, so you have seen him. I can tell by the look on your face. I thought he’d be about. It’s the moon, you know. It’s a blue one coming up. Second full moon this month. Seems to bring poor Jack’s spirit out looking for his Hannah about that time.”

Hannah?

He leaned closer. “Don’t worry. He won’t hurt you. He’s just looking for his dead wife. Been stalking that beach for a few hundred yours now mourning her. All he wants is his Hannah back. Too bad your name ain’t Hannah, ‘cause you’re a comely lass and I bet he’d like you.”

Claire swallowed and bit her lower lip. Her gaze never left his, somehow momentarily lost in their depths. What did this man know? Who was he?

She shook her head. “No. No, my name is Claire.”

He pulled back and squinted at her. “You’re sure, lass?

Hastily, she nodded. “And I haven’t seen him. Really.” She backed away, suddenly very eager to get the hell out of that dark corner. “I need to be going now. Thank you for…"

For what? For scaring the shit out of her?

“Be safe, lass. Helluva storm coming in. Be safe.”

Storm. Everyone keeps talking about the storm.

“Sure.”

She had other more important things to worry about than a stupid storm. Like the fact that she just might have kissed a ghost last night.

THE CURSE is available at Amazon

And right now, it's on sale!

Sunday, June 08, 2008

Lori Foster's Reader and Writer Get Together

This weekend I traveled north of home with fellow author Janet Eaves to attend the Lori Foster Reader and Writer Get Together in Cincinnati. A record number of people were in attendance -- almost 300 in total, with approximately 112 authors. This was a great chance to meet readers and new friends and to network with authors and industry professionals.

We met up with the other half of the SisterWriters for most of the events and the booksigning on Saturday afternoon. We also had a great time with our fellow authors from Resplendence Publishing. We laughed and sang too much and sort of pigged out on cheesecake (at least I did) but heck, these times come around all to few, right?

Janet, Magdalena Scott, Jan Scarbrough and I brought a gift basket for the charity raffle and were so pleased that Joyce Ann McLaughlin won it! Joyce Ann, we sure hope you enjoy your "stay" in Legend, Tennessee!
And, hope you enjoy your copy of Ladies of Legend: Finding Home.





Picture, from left: Maddie, Magdalena, Joyce and Janet. (Hm, Jan, you are suspiciously absent! LOL Actually, she was off meeting with an agent so we'll allow her that!)

Barbara Vey from Publisher's Weekly also posted Joyce's prize catch on her blog today, so check it out if you have a chance. I love Barbara's blog and visit there quite often.

I'm home and dead tired but already looking forward to the next time I get together with friends. Tired, but oh, well worth it!

maddie