Magical Just Got More Magical, Tawny Weber Is In The House!

Please join me in welcoming my very dear gf, Tawny Weber to Magical Musings today!

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USA TODAY Bestselling author of over twenty hot books, Tawny Weber has been writing sassy, sexy romances since her first Harlequin Blaze hit the shelves in 2007.  A fan of Johnny Depp, cupcakes and color coordination, she spends a lot of her time shopping for cute shoes, scrapbooking and hanging out on Facebook.

Girlfriends Rock

There’s nothing in life quite as special as girlfriends.

Dear Abby and Ann Landers made a career of offering up advice.  But for most of us the best advice comes from our girlfriends.

They’re the ones we shop with, lunch with, spa with.  Ooooh, the spaaing!   Girlfriends are there when we need a shoulder to cry on, or a swift kick in the butt.

Yeah, yeah, we can ask our guy if these pants make us look fat. But if he’s smart enough to stay our guy, he’s smart enough to answer with his own well-being in mind.  And I’ve yet to find a (straight) guy whose advice I’d want to follow when it comes to hair and makeup.

Here’s an excerpt from FEARLESS that gives a peek at the kind of girlfriends my heroine, Gia, turns to when she’s bummed and confused…

 “What happened, Gia?  You got your fantasy weekend, right?  And your secret identity is still intact.  So why do you look like you were having the best sex of your life, then his penis fell off?”

Even misery couldn’t stop Gia from snickering.  She shook her head at Sara.  “You have such a way with the imagery.”

“Well unless you want me to offer up more appetizing suggestions, you need to spill the deets.  Why are you home early and why do you look like your sex life just died?”

“Seriously.  You need to tell us so we can help.” Caryn insisted.  Then, sharing a look with the other two women, she added, “Because we can’t nag you for the sex details until you’re happy.”

“Or drunk,” Jessa chimed in, lifting the empty margarita pitcher and waving at their waiter.  “So chug-a-lug.”

Gia contemplated her half-finished drink, then decided she’d rather have crunchy grease right now.  She pulled over the bowl of sour cream.  To hell with the calories.  It wasn’t like she ever wanted to get naked again.

“It was incredible,” she finally said again, staring at her chip.  As if talking to it would make it easier to justify how unhappy she was.  Because of incredible sex, no less.  Gia wouldn’t be surprised if the chip laughed at her.  “The sex was great, he has no idea who I really am, the fantasy was even more amazing than I’d thought sex could be.”

She waited, but her friends were silent.

So she ate the chip.

Then, before she could give in and take another one, she glanced around the table.  Sara was chewing on her thumbnail.  Jessa’s eyes were locked on her own drink, where she was making designs in the slush froth with her straw.

And Caryn looked like she couldn’t decide between offering a sympathetic hug, or dumping the nachos over Gia’s head.

 “I’m sorry you had such a perfect weekend,” the blonde finally said with an exaggerated grimace.  “I’m sure it would have been better if it’d all sucked.  I know I always hope for lousy sex and total letdown when I set off on a fantasy quest.

It wouldn’t be an ode to Girl Friends if I didn’t give a shout out to the wonderful one of mine whose playing hostess to me today –a big happy hug to Karin!  She’s one of the best girlfriends to have, since she’s not only a fabulous listener, but chock full of great advice and friendly nudges.

Who do you turn to for advice?  Your Girlz?  Family?  Someone else?  What’s the best advice you’ve gotten from a girlfriend that changed your life?

I’ll offer a FEARLESS Goody Pack to one friendly commenter.   

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Readers can check out Tawny’s books at her website, www.tawnyweber.com, or join her Red Hot Readers Club for goodies like free reads, complete first chapter excerpts, recipes, insider story info and much more.

You can also find her on Facebook, Twitter or Pinterest.

Links:

Website:  tawnyweber.com

Facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/TawnyWeber.RomanceAuthor

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/TawnyWeber

Pinterest:   http://pinterest.com/tawnyweber/

Fearless: http://tawnyweber.com/books/fearless

FEARLESS Launch Party: http://tawnyweber.com/a-fearless-launch

Fearless Purchase links:

Amazon

Barnes & Noble

 iBooks

Emailtawny@tawnyweber.com

FEARLESS backcover blurb:

Promising career: check

Amazing apartment: check

The best of friends: check

Sex life: MIA

 There’s just one thing missing from Gia Renyard’s life: sexual adventure. And the one man she’d like to have it with is her hot co-worker, Luke Monroe. If only company rules didn’t prohibit her from asking him out. So Gia comes up with a plan: make herself over into a fantasy seductress, follow Luke to a convention in Sin City, and have her way with him for one erotic weekend. The man will never even know who did him.

Everything is going according to plan—until Gia discovers that Luke is perfect for her outside the bedroom too. And suddenly she’s no longer content to let what happens in Vegas stay in Vegas…

The State of Tabke Address

 

Hey, it beats watching the news.  ^_~  For some of us anyway.

So, this girl is on fire.  So is my family.  My eldest daughter and her husband just had their first (and after a harrowing delivery that nearly killed me) and probably only child, G-baby #3, the adorable Audrey Rose.

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My youngest son and his lovely wife finally let me tell the world they are expecting their first baby, my 4th grand-baby in February.  It’s going to be a bittersweet delivery.  My son will be deployed when his first child is born.  I’m heartbroken for him, but his words to me were, “Mom, I knew what I was signing up for when I became a Marine. Now suck it up.”  Whatever!  Thank goodness for Skype, right?

My referral business (27 years this October) that I rebooted (after a 6 year absence to write) January 1st of this year is solidly back in the black and growing at a nice pace each month.

My friend, an author some of you may have heard of, Sylvia Day (^_~) dragged my sorry ass to RT this past April and literally forced my writing mojo out from where it had been hiding  for the last year down  my throat with explicit instructions not to skulk away again.  Hence THE DARE blossomed to life in our hotel room, and once it caught fire, this girl was on fire!  After assembling an amazing production team, we’re going live next week.  I should have the final cover today and if I get it, I’ll post it here.

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Needless to say, after years of writing back to back deadlines, I burned out, then got lazy and with a plethora of events happening around me, many out of my control, I had nothing left at the end of the day for the story.  But good friends are good friends for a reason, and my girl forced me kicking and screaming back to the keyboard, and I could not be happier or more thankful.

THE DARE is the first book in a series of four.  It’s a contemporary erotic romance with the signature Tabke hot cop.  I told my husband after I wrote the first draft that I was cheating on him with one of my characters.  I’ve never told him that before.  It felt good to come clean.  ^_~

Here’s the blurb for THE DARE:

I dare you…

Dr. Katrina Winslow has always known who she is; an elite scientist, a certifiable genius and ultra-reserved when it comes to love and relationships. So when a simple game of truth or dare offers the cool doctor the opportunity to shed her lab coat and glasses and put on a pair of sexy stilettos, she accepts the dare.  But will shedding her inhibitions fulfill her every desire and help her discover if she can be truly daring or will it cost her everything?

Two men, one a sexy stranger, and a night of no holds barred passion…

What would you dare to do?

THE DARE: The Chronicles of Katrina (Book One) by Karin Tabke

***Author’s Note: This is book one of a four part series.***

I’m going to give away three digital copies.  Kindle or Nook you pick if you win.  All you have to do is tell me if you’ve ever played Truth or Dare.  I’ll pick three random commenters on Friday and post the names here in the comment section and on Facebook, which if you are not already friends with me, you should be!  www.facebook.com/karintabkeauthor

Happy Hump Day!!

K*

Taking The Plunge!

Yeah, yeah, I know everybody’s doing it.  Self-pubbing that is.  (for the record, I never have and most likely never will use the term Indie pubbing b/c the fact of the matter is, I as in self am publishing my own work, not an independent publisher, which when you think about, aren’t they all?  Even if they’re conglomerates they are still independent of other publishers…).

I do have four self-pubbed stories out there, but two of them, BAD TO THE BONE and REBEL ROSE were written for a multi-author anthology I was invited to be a part of.  Most of the production work was out of my hands in that it was pretty much handled, as was the post production of getting the work into cyber book stores.  I did commission the cover for BAD TO THE BONE and REBEL ROSE when they came out as stand alones, as well as A KNIGHT TO REMEMBER, which was written as a teaser read to promote MASTER OF CRAVING, the last Blood Sword Legacy book I wrote (more of those hot knights to come!), and completely produced by my NYC publisher.  Then there’s YOU’VE GOT MURDER, a collaboration with the witty Edie Ramer.  Truth be told, she did most of the work, and I just smiled and let her.

THE DARE, chronicle one in The Chronicles of Katrina quartet, releases June 11th.  Writing the story was the easy part, putting together an exceptional production team not so easy.  You see, I made the decision that when, not if I were to begin writing stories to be self-published, that they would have to stand up to not only the story quality of my New York published books but the production quality as well.  Not only was it going to take time and money but it was going to mean that I had to be the director so to speak, and while it is my story, I much prefer to just be the author.  So, being the director of the story as well as the producer of the product, meant finding an editor who edited.  Someone who loved and understood the romance genre.  Someone in the business. Someone who got it.  I found her.  I have always needed a heavy-handed copy editor.  I found an amazing one.  Formatting isn’t just about getting a file right to upload, formatting is about design and layout.  It’s about making every version of the story look like the other. I found a great formatter who is also an art designer.  A perfect marriage!  Packaging is very important. Which brings me to the cover.  I didn’t want the tired and boring.  Nor did I want an image on the cover depicting something that had nothing to do with my story.  Nor did I want my cover to look like a version of all of the other covers out there. My editor had a brilliant idea, one I hope my cover artist can pull off.   Finally, I needed a proofreader to catch what the rest of us didn’t catch.  The final eyes so to speak.  I have a wonderful one.

I also needed to resurrect my Street Team.  Well, not me, but someone who loved my work as much as I do!  I found that lovely and she is a delight to work with, as is my whip-cracking marketing director (see?  I told you, a village!).

Other production costs included the purchase of an ISBN # (I bought a dozen or so, much cheaper than one at a time) a spot at Net Galley (a digital arc site) as well as marketing costs.

Every book I have written for my New York publishers has taken a village.  Because of the cost of production and the time it would take to research and then beg said qualified professionals to populate my village, I have avoided doing so.  But THE DARE, which started off as a little ditty of a scene, morphed into something that I knew I had to share.

It’s classic Karin gone wild!  ^_~

Hot cop? Check.

Feisty heroine? Check.

Intense emotion?  Check.

Unbridled passion? Check.

Funny? Check-Check!

Heat level off the charts? Check-check and triple CHECK!

So for me, the only way I could share this roller coaster of a ride story was if I had a village to take what I had written and make it sing, and then get it before readers.

I’m exceptionally proud of this story and the people who made it happen.  I wish I had a cover to show you today, but alas I do not.  Perfection cannot be rushed!  J

Look for THE DARE, story one in the Chronicles of Katrina quartet, coming soon wherever quality ebooks are sold!

And if you would like to hang out with the cool girls join my Street team!

KarinsStreetTeam@yahoogroups.com

An Assassin’s Survival Guide…

There are very few people in the this world that I love the way I love Miz Josie Brown, so please, without further gushing, give her a warm Magical welcome!

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I am a true believer that you manifest your own destiny.


So, why am I as blind as a bat, flat-footed, pigeon-toed, and grind my teeth?
 
On the other hand, this belief is probably why I’m a novelist today.
 
I also claim it’s why I ended up with my husband. After dating a few losers, I said to myself, Why can’t a find a guy who has a great sense of humor, is a Yankee–” (I’m a girl from the South) “–and knows show tunes?”
 
Voila! The Hub appeared in my life.
 
Another way in which I feel I willed myself onto the path I’m on now was all the Dear Abby columns I read as a kid. I remember saying to myself, “Heck, I knew that. I could be her…”
 
And I was…sort of.
 
As a journalist, I had the good fortune of  creating, and editing, relationship advice guru John Gray’s column for the Los Angeles Times  and Creators syndicates. As such, I fielded readers’ questions and presented them to John for answers. If he asked my opinion (sometimes he felt the question needed a woman’s touch), I certainly put in my two cents.
 
Men may be from Mars and women from Venus, but some relationships are out of this world. Trust me, I was privy to all sorts of lovelorn and lust.
 
Believe it or not, editing a relationship advice column was a great training ground for the writing The Housewife Assassin’s Handbook romantic suspense series, too. It gave grit to the personality of my heroine, Donna Stone, a housewife who was oblivious to the true personality of her husband. He lived a secret life,which wasn’t exposed to her until after his death, when she found out that he was an assassin for a black ops organization. Now faced with no income and the care and feeding of three kids, she plays to her strengths:
 
She, too becomes an assassin.
 
Between carpooling. 
 
It’s just an extreme form of multitasking, right?
 
Or as Donna explains it:
 

“In all honesty, the skills you need to be a crackerjack CIA agent are the exact same ones that make a good mommy.

For example, recruiting spies from other foreign agencies is a lot like coercing your son to eat his vegetables: at first he may be reluctant, but as soon as you convince him that it is the quickest route to dessert, he’s ready to jump onboard.

 

Whereas surviving a prison camp takes the same mindset as enforcing a time-out: Instead of giving in, just tune out. Eventually the other side gives up.

 

As for losing a surveillance tail, I liken that to getting a toddler to take a nap: When the time comes, your best bet is to get her into a routine that makes her comfortably drowsy. Then, when she zones out, slip away.

 

Setting up a kill is a lot like planning a dinner party: attention to even the smallest of details guarantees its success.

And finally, in regard to pulling that trigger: I’ve yet to meet a man whose primal instincts match those of a mother trying to keep her child safe from danger.”

The fourth book in the series, The Housewife Assassin’s Relationship Survival Guide, will be out by April 1st. To celebrate, the price for the first book in the series is priced at only 99 cents. Give it a try. If you like it, let me know.
Like all the Housewife Assassin books, each chapter begins with a handy tip: in this case, it’s Donna’s take on dating.
Here’s a few for you:
6 Tips You’re Dating a Douche 
 
Tip #1: The waiter notices that you’re not the girl he came in with-last night.
(So now you know: this is his first-date dive.)


Tip #2:
 Your dates always end early.
(Despite what he says, he really doesn’t need to get up early. He’s just moving onto the second shift booty call.)

Tip #3: He’s always text-messaging someone else when he’s with you.
(Can you spell “wife”?)

Tip #4: He doesn’t introduce you to family or friends.
(Because they know Wifey.)

Tip #5: He always making last-minute plans with you.
(I guess his other girlfriends are busy…)

Tip #6: He never stays the night.
(That’s because he’s got to get home….to his wife and children.)

3 Things to Do When You Find Out He’s a Douche

Thing #1: Leave him.

Thing #2: Don’t take him back.

Thing #3:  If he insists, hosever, one ‘wooin’ again,  make your intentions clear that you have no desire to have him in your life again by introducing him to a couple of your closest pals: Smith & Wesson.)

How about you? Have you ever dated a douche? If so, pass a long a tip or two here on how you figured this out!

— Josie

Josie Brown is the author of twelve books, including four in The Housewife Assassin series, and three in the Totlandia series. One of her books,Secret Lives of Husbands and Wives, will soon be a television show, produced by Jerry Bruckheimer.

Along For The Ride

I asked the hubster  to write a How To Care For Your Romance Writer blog, and this is what he wrote:

ALONG FOR THE RIDE

by Gary Tabke

It starts as a dream,

she wants to fulfill.

She knows it’s not easy,

it’s an upward hill.

 

Explanations of time,

and what it will take.

You wonder if she’ll cook,

you fear she won’t bake!

 

An obsession it becomes,

and none too soon.

She’s up late at night,

long after the moon.

 

This thing, romance writing,

is more than a vocation.

It’s sucking up her time,

there’s no longer a vacation!

 

Her commitment was announced,

no secrets made there

but no one made mention,

how you, she would ensnare!

 

“Let me run this by you,

a story I’m thinking.

I need you to help me,

My plot I see sinking!”

 

So over it you go,

while on a long walk.

She attentively listens

as you plot and you talk.

 

“I love it!” she proclaims,

and gives you a hug.

“I need you to write that!”

From under you, she pulls the rug.

 

So you write her the scene,

with great enthusiasm.

Then watch as she dissects it,

resulting in a spasm.

 

“That took me hours to write,

I put a lot into it!”

“And I appreciate that, babe.

Why make me admit it?”

 

You develop a knowledge,

of the journey she’s taking.

Her dedication to romance,

yours to cooking and baking.

 

Then late at night,

long after you’ve been asleep,

the computer is off,

into the bedroom she’ll creep.

 

“Honey, wake up,

I’ve something to share.

I just wrote a hot scene,

to your stallion, I’ll be your mare!”

 

In the dim of the night,

it becomes quite clear:

Through all of her labors,

there’s still time to cheer!

 

Then in the mail,

it arrives one day.

The first of rejections,

a horrible price to pay.

 

So much of her time,

her heart and her soul,

all of your cooking and cleaning,

even the toilet bowl!

 

So back to the board,

you plot once again.

We’ll both fix this story,

Next time she’ll win!

 

“It’s RWA,

and I’m going to Chicago!”

There’s no changing her mind,

and no way she’ll let you go!

 

A meeting she takes,

with an agent or two.

A publishing editor,

and the Rita’s on cue.

 

She’s in it now,

up to her knees.

A romance writer,

no other moniker please.

 

You’re dragged along with her,

and now there’s no cure.

You’re both on a journey,

the future unsure.

 

The phone rings one day.

You’re scrubbing but answer politely.

It’s that editor she met at RWA,

and you grip the phone tightly.

 

“Honey, it’s for you,

that editor lady.

Do you have an agent?

Do they all sound so shady?”

 

In no time at all,

there’s a contract to sign.

The money’s not great,

but you still pour the wine!

 

The first book is written,

then the rewrite it comes.

There’s editor’s notes,

all this work, she earns crumbs!

 

Then a box arrives

she can’t wait to open.

Her first book in print,

from neither a word spoken.

 

There on the cover,

for the world to see,

her name in large letters,

she’s weak in the knees.

 

Next there’s the signings,

and you stand clear

beaming with pride

as fans draw near.

 

“It’s RWA!”

she proclaims once more.

“They want me to speak,

My writing they adore!”

 

An amazing trip,

you’ve been along for the ride.

You’ve seen her lows,

and the rising of her tide.

 

It’s many years later,

and not much has changed.

You still help her plot,

From RWA you’re still restrained.

 

But your wife’s now an author,

with shelves full of books

who makes time for cleaning

and on Sundays, she cooks!

 

She’s served on some boards,

and she’s traveling more.

She’s received some awards,

you still go to the grocery store.

 

She struggles to stay relevant,

in an industry changing,

but she has your support,

this relationship, no rearranging.

 

A web page maintained.

She has her own blog.

She gives back to her craft,

and leads many like a guide dog

 

And from now to then,

when she’s caught in a pinch,

she’ll tap on your shoulder,

you’re her solution in a clinch.

 

“See, I have this blog

That must be written.

I need your point of view.

Will you do it, Suga’ Kitten?”

 

She knows that I write

from time to time.

And usually when I do,

it’s done in a rhyme

 

So through the years

of her arduous journey,

I too have been writing,

perfecting and learning.

 

We’ve traveled together

through the publishing fog,

which brings me to this day

Writing this blog…