Friday, July 31, 2015


Welcome! 


Today, we are hosting Elle Wright who is promoting her latest release which promises to be a serious page turner!! She was born and raised in Southeast Michigan near Ann Arbor and learned the importance of reading from her mother. It was also her mother who, later on in her life, gave Elle her first romance nove: Indigo by Beverly Jenkins. From that moment on, Elle became a fan of               Ms. Jenkins for life and a lover of all things romance. An old journal she wrote back in college became her first book (which she still wants to publish one day).

Elle's Latest Release is...

THE FORBIDDEN MAN
 Sydney Williams has forgiven her fiancĂ©, Den, more times than she can count. But his latest betrayal just days before their wedding is too big to ignore. Shocking her friends and family, she calls off the engagement. She walks out on Den . . . and into the arms of his brother, Morgan.

Known as a player, Morgan Smith has secretly spent years fighting his feelings for Sydney. When Den's latest dirty deed leaves Sydney devastated, Morgan can't stop himself from coming to her rescue. What begins as friendship quickly escalates into all-consuming passion. Despite their intense connection, Sydney would rather deny her desire than come between brothers. But as Morgan is determined to make Sydney his, Den won't give her up without a fight . . .


"She grabbed my attention in the first couple of pages and kept it throughout its entirety. Now that's how you do it! Never a dull moment! FIVE STARS!" -- T. Pearson-Jones

 “It is hard to put into words just how much I loved The Forbidden Man. It is juicy and a definite page turner.” T. Tyler, Reading in Black and White Blog

Release Date:  July 28, 2015; Forever Mass Market; The Edge of Scandal #1

  Now let's get on with the interview!! 

Elle, why don't you start out describing what The Forbidden Man is all about. Sounds provocative!
Sydney Williams is living her dream: a successful career, a new business in the works, and a committed relationship to the love of her life—until her fiancĂ©, Caden, cheats on her mere months before their scheduled wedding. In fact, she’s actually in the bridal shop getting fitted for her gown when she gets the dreaded call.

Morgan can’t help but rush to Syd’s aid. Initially, he just wants her to be okay so he helps her. He offers her a safe haven, away from his brother. 

But mixing a betrayal with two fifths of Patron and a stranded car in an ice storm will certainly complicate matters even worse. Eventually Sydney will have to make a choice. 

Umph. That sounds like there's going to be MASS drama! Love it! What inspired you to write this book?
I get my story ideas from random questions posed by friends. This one in particular was inspired by the simple question, “What would happen if a woman was torn between two brothers?” Then I wanted to expand on it. Was there ever a circumstance that would make it okay for a woman to fall in love with her ex’s brother? It was a challenge to try and create characters that readers would root for, even in this situation.

You're not lying about that! To that end, why don't you give us some insight into your main characters.
Sydney is…funny. She’s a caregiver and a planner (which is so me). Syd is constantly worried about what others think of her. Family is everything to her. And she’s loyal to a fault. She stuck with Caden even when she probably should have let him go. Being with Morgan is not something she ever dreamed of or thought possible. So it’s fun to see her take this journey.

Morgan, like Sydney, is the dependable one. He’s confident, but not cocky. He’s a hard worker, driven to succeed. He spent years taking care of his older brother, Caden. He has grown tired of always pushing himself to the side for his brother. Relationships aren’t his thing. He prefers brief flings, no commitment—until he realizes he wants Syd. It throws him for a loop because he has to basically make a decision between his relationship with Caden and Syd.

Wow! Loving Sydney and it sounds like Morgan's got some tough decisions to make. What are the central topics and themes?
 I love a good theme. When writing, I usually identify specific themes that I want to tackle. I like to give readers something to meditate on while they’re reading and after they’ve finished. For The Forbidden Man, I wanted to deal with consequences, fear, and misplaced loyalty. No matter how right you think you are or how justified, there are always consequences to your actions. The trick is owning your mistakes and moving forward without fear. Also, I wanted to touch on knowing when to let go. Syd held on to Caden for dear life because she felt like she owed him something. Letting him go was a turning point for her. It was necessary for her to walk in her truth.

There are a few themes in the Edge of Scandal series as a whole. “Friends to Lovers” is my favorite theme. I love twisting and turning intense friendships into something more. Each book in the series has a different take on that particular theme.

For the series, I also played with a “bride” theme as well: A jilted bride, a hell- no- never- a- bride, and a runaway bride.

I can relate to the runaway bride. Arrived at my wedding with track shoes on! So, what are you working on next?
Oh, so many things. I’m working on another book in the series. I’m thinking “accidental” bride. (LOL)  And I’m also plotting a new contemporary romance series—all about confessions. In addition, I’m writing a romantic suspense and top secret project. 
Secret project? Now, why are you messing with us?  I bet you're all ready for an excerpt. I know I am... 


“Are you still feeling cold?” he asked, adjusting the heater and finishing off the contents of his flask.
“Actually, I’m feeling pretty hot.” She jumped when he started coughing. “Are you okay?”
                He wiped his mouth. “I’m straight.”
“You sure?” Syd studied his face as she smoothed her hand over his back.
“Yeah.” He closed the flask and tucked it back into his pocket. “It’s the liquor.”
“Huh?”
“The bourbon.” He patted his pocket. “It’s making you hot.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” she mumbled.
“What?” he asked, leaning in closer.
I doubt it’s the liquor. “Forget it. I’m cold again.” She burrowed into him.
“You want me to make you hot?” he asked.
Her eyes flashed to his and her lips parted.
“I meant . . .” He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat.
“Uh, I can turn the heat up.”
“No.” She forced a smile and lowered her gaze. “It’s fine.”
When his hand caressed her cheek, her eyes closed of their own volition. Time seemed to stand still. She felt his warm breath on her skin above her lips. “I think—”
She dug her nails into his knee. “Maybe you should call Kent again. See where he is.”
He slid his thumb down the side of her neck.
She exhaled. So this is what Terry McMillan meant when she waited to exhale?  “Because this isn’t going anywhere good. You’re acting like you want to kiss me and I know that’s not true,” she joked.
He clenched her hair in his hands and tugged gently.
“How do you know that?”
She searched his eyes. “Do you? I mean—do you want to?”
“I do—and so many other things.”
She let out a nervous giggle. “I think you’re feeling the effects of that gasoline you’re drinking, Morgan.”
His gaze dropped to her mouth as his hand crept up her thigh and rested on her hip. She jumped in surprise when he squeezed. “Actually, I don’t believe I’m drunk enough,” he said. “At this point, I know exactly what I’m doing, which means I’d be held responsible for my actions.”
Syd placed her hands on his stomach and felt his taut muscles tighten in response. “Den would kill you. So would Red.”
Morgan traced her lips with his thumb. “It may be worth it. Let me . . .” Then, his mouth was on hers, drawing a low moan from her mouth. The simple touch of his lips to hers set off a fire in Syd that seemed to burn brighter and hotter with every second.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as he continued to assault her senses with his kisses. He slid his tongue across her bottom lip, demanding entrance, which she happily granted. She gripped a fistful of his hair as he pulled her onto his lap. He rocked into her, introducing her to his rock hard erection. She braced her other hand against the window as she grinded into him. He trailed hot, wet kisses down her throat and cupped her breasts in his hands. As his thumbs traced her nipples, she cried out and he captured her cry with his hot mouth.
Reluctantly, she tried to pull away, but he latched onto her bottom lip with his teeth and sucked. He obviously wasn’t ready for this to end . . . neither was she.

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Sunday, June 28, 2015

12 Honeymoons -- And Finding Your Passion

I've just finished my latest romance novel--12 Honeymoons.

While on the surface the story is about finding love, the core of the story is really about finding your passion.

It took me almost 40 years to figure our my passion for this writing thing even though I'd done it for most of my life--even as an Intelligence Analyst. I mean, I've kept journals since I was 7 or 8. The best thing my mother did was buy me my first diary. I wrote my first word and never stopped writing. I write more now than in any other time of my life. And as I reflected on the joy I felt in doing this thing, I kept asking myself over and over again -- Why in the world could I not have figured out that I was meant to be a writer sooner? 

That's one of the key themes of my newest romance novel--finding your passion, directly as a result of this question to myself. And I came up with this theory about theory about how people find their passions--and why it doesn't matter which road you take as long as you get there.   

Some people are born knowing exactly who they want to be. I think of someone like Michael Jackson. I mean he was practically moonwalking in the crib. He was born knowing exactly who he wanted to be and he was driven to do that until he died. Music was a part of the fabric of his life, of his being, and he never thought or considered doing another thing. For some people, it's that easy...and that hard. 

Others have ZERO clue about their passions or their callings, so they kind of wander around life from thing to thing to thing to thing, trying to find that ONE thing that drives them, that brings out the best in them, that awakes their souls. To those on the outside looking in, they seem flighty or unfocused, but in truth I believe the lack of focus is a sign of hopefulness. They try and try and try but just can't figure out the passion--yet and still they haven't given up. 

Then there are people like me. They know EXACTLY what they are supposed to be, what they are called to do, where their true passion lies. And they've known it from a young age. But they talk themselves out of it. Tell themselves that the dream is impossible. They don't have training, the education, the looks, the knowledge, the energy, the will, whatever. So, they flit around from thing to thing succeeding or failing miserably. You can succeed miserably if you're succeeding in something you have no true passion for. And you're driven by this debilitating misery and constantly hitting ceilings and brick walls and road bumps dead ends, all of which I believe, are designed to guide you to the thing you truly love. It's the most painful process of elimination EVER. And the journey feels unnecessary, but I believe, in many cases, it is very much necessary.  

I would not have the LIFE EXPERIENCE to pull off the romance books I've written or this J.J. McCall series if I  had not taken the significant detour from writing so early in my life. I'd probably still be a good writer--but then what the hell would I write about? Nothing quite as interesting as the subjects of my books today--that's for certain! 

Bottom line is no matter which route that you take to get to your passion, your calling, the thing you were meant to do above any other, enjoy the journey and use it as fuel to help propel you forward in whatever stage you find it. 



Monday, July 9, 2012

The State of Your Mental: 7 Signs You May Not Be as "Okay" as You Think

I'm just coming out of a depression. This came as quite a surprise to me because I had no idea that I was actually in a depression. As I think about what I am about to write here, I'm not certain why it's such a big a surprise given my life over the past few months. First, I found a lump under my armpit. While I knew that to be a sign of lymphoma/leukemia, for me, it actually turned out to be nothing. Praise God. But the stress of knowing it was there until I found out it was nothing was almost unbearable. The day before I found out my lump was nothing, my mother died of uterine cancer (a huge, aggressive uterine tumor), just six weeks after I found out she was ill, and the day before her appointment to get scheduled to have a hysterectomy and have it removed. The day after I returned from my mother's funeral I found out that I too had uterine tumors and would need to have a hysterectomy—a similar issue that had just killed my mother. Yep. This was my life inside of about one week.

Yes, I was sadder than sad. Afraid. A bit panicked. But I had no idea I was depressed even though I should have expected it. To me, I was just "okay."

Everyday, I got up and went to work. I took care of my son. I continued trying to write novels, although found it a little more difficult to concentrate. I social networked, although maybe curtailed it a bit. This was my view of my life. Overall everything seemed relatively normal to me. And every time someone would ask me how I was doing, I would say, "I'm okay."

 My dad knew better.

He's been keeping an ultra eagle eye on me through all of this, especially since I began my post-surgery recovery, and I couldn't figure out why. When he'd ask how I was doing and I would tell him "I'm okay," he would say, "No, really, how are you doing?" I now realize he saw in me what I didn't.
If depression can happen to me it can happen to anyone. And the thing is, you don't always know you're in that dark place until you return to the the light again. But as I look back on this period in my life, these are a few signs that I should have realized signaled something wasn't quite right with the state of my mental.

1. Insomnia. If you can't sleep, even with a sleep aid, you might be depressed. I had problems sleeping. Even taking Percocet!I went to bed exhausted. Woke up in the middle of the night. Sat up for hours. And usually fell asleep right before my natural body clock was preparing to wake me up. The lack of sleep was really the first part of the depression cycle for me...everything else kind of went downhill from there.

2. Lack of energy. If you don't have the energy to go about your usual day, you might be depressed. For me, every day was a slog. I thought I was just exhausted from the lack of sleep but now I realize that my lack of energy was probably part of the whole avalanche effect that comes with depression. You're depressed so you can't sleep. You can't sleep so you have no energy and the couch becomes your best and worst friend.

3. Emotionally Withdrawn. If you don't want to socialize or talk to people (and you usually do), you might be depressed. My friends and family would call to check on me and I couldn't talk. Not wouldn't talk, couldn't talk. The thing was I thought I couldn’t talk because I was tired and had no energy from the lack of sleep. No, mentally I was just in a dark place and didn't want to have to tell people I was "okay" when somewhere inside I felt like a hundred pounds of hot diarrhea. Bleck.

4. Over-eating or Under-eating. If you don't want food or want too much of it, you might be depressed. I'm an emotional eater anyway. So when I came out of surgery wanting to scarf down everything in front of me then I should have known something was off, especially with all the pain and medication. When I came home, I didn't want to eat at all. If my dad didn't come and prepare my meals, I probably wouldn't have eaten much of anything for the first few weeks. Didn't want food.

5. Irritable. If you're cranky with the ones you love you might be depressed. I was a big time cranky pants, snapping for no apparent reason. And I'm usually way more even-tempered...nice even. But between the pain from the surgery, the sleeplessness and the lack of energy, I thought a little crankiness was to be expected but as I come out of my slump I realize, no, I was really depressed.

6. Emotional Meltdown. When you overreact emotionally to something you'd normally take in stride, you might be depressed. Okay so the power went out in the house last week due to a freak storm. When the power came back on, I only had power in half the house. I'd never heard of such. So, immediately I thought the problem must be with my electrical system. And all I could think about was the thousands of dollars it would cost to hire an electrician and get the stuff replaced. When it rains it pours, and boy did I let it pour. I cried and cried and cried. But as I laugh about it today, I realize now I wasn't really crying about the electrical. It was the first time I had really good cry (even with my diagnosis) since my mother's funeral and the surgery.

7. Loss of focus/concentration. When I'm down in the dumps, I usually write my way out of it. Well, because of the above I couldn't focus well enough to do the one thing I love more than anything else I could do in this world. At that point, I should've known something was really wrong. Me not writing? Unheard of. In two years I haven't started. Thankfully my mojo is coming back--and you have this blog to prove it.

Experiencing one of these symptoms at a time may be tolerable. But experiencing most or all of them at the same time is a huge red flag. My cousin Mary Lou described depression as being "sneaky" and she is so right. It crept up on me without my even being aware. If you get a cut you bleed. Depression is not that clear cut. You have to be aware of your body’s warnings. If someone had told me (as my father tried to), that I was in a depression, I would've said "no, I'm okay." I wanted to share this blog because it might help someone else who is in the State of Denial on the State of their Mental. When we are dealing with stressful lives and traumatic situations, we have to be mindful of how we "really" feel. We may not be as "okay" as we think!

The Good News: I’m coming back
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What Doesn’t Kill You Will Only Make You Stronger!

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