For authors, stories often begin with the question “What if” and that was certainly true for me with my Prometheus Project trilogy. It was late 2004 and I was pushing around a number of story ideas, thinking about trying something different from the historical romances I’d been writing since 1992. I had one vivid scene in my mind of a woman on a motorcycle. She was riding into danger, determined to see that justice was served. Her husband, it seemed, had died and she was the only one who knew the cause of death wasn’t an accident. But what had it been? Who was she? Where was she? One night, after watching all the doom and gloom on the nightly news, I wondered – what if the world really was ending? What if that’s where this woman is? And what if her husband was killed because he knew something that could have made a difference? What would that detail have been? That opened a proverbial Pandora’s box of new ideas — and new questions. I quickly decided that the world would have to be in much worse shape than it was currently for things to be on the cusp of…

Now that Labor Day has passed, and for the majority of us summer has come to an official close it’s time to perhaps reflect back and see what was the best thing about the summer. I was lucky to have many special memories in the summer of 2010. I know there’s no way to tell anyone which one was more special than any other one. My oldest son announced his decision to elope with his fiancée, and then announced that early next year my husband and I would be embracing our first grandchild. No clue yet as to the sex of the child, but my daughter in law is convinced it’s a girl, and my son convinced it’s a boy. We shall see. Then I had the terrific opportunity to attend RWA in Orlando and meet so many of my favorite authors such as Robyn Carr, Tara Taylor Quinn, Christie Ridgway, and so many more. Then I had the chance to meet authors I’ve yet to read, but am now anxious to such as Carolyn Brown, Leigh Michaels, and Tessa Dare. Finally I spent Labor Day weekend with my family celebrating my sister’s oldest child’s wedding. It was the first…

I’m often asked why I choose to straddle two genres writing romantic suspense. And the truth is that the combination of danger and romance has always been where my heart lies. I’ve been an incurable romantic for most of my life. As a little girl, I cried at the end of Cinderella because we didn’t get to see her get married. And I cheered endlessly for Calvin and Meg in A Wrinkle in Time. I wanted Aurora to find her prince charming. And I always thought Ned needed a bigger role in Nancy’s adventures. I was disappointed that Aragorn and Arwen didn’t have more page time together and I even had hopes for Lucy and Mr. Tumnus.I always wanted the guy to get the girl in the movies. And happily ever after was so important to me, I (only occasionally of course) double checked the last line of a book to make sure it was so. But I also craved adventure and suspense. I was raised on James Bond movies. My parents used to take my brother and I to the drive-in when we were little. We were supposed to go to sleep after the first feature, but I always…

What is it about cowboys? Readers these days love them—Linda Lael Miller’s McKettrick boys, Catherine Anderson’s Coulter brothers, and Carolyn Brown’s Honky Tonk cowboys, among others. I love them too—obviously. My September release, One Fine Cowboy, is my second contemporary cowboy romance, and there are more to come. So what’s the appeal of these rough-and-ready Westerners? Part of it’s the outfit. Worn jeans, slant-heeled boots, rugged, rakish hats—they all set off a man to perfection. Then there’s the body type. Whether it’s the tall, slim cowpoke slouching casually against a fence or the rugged, muscular type wrestling steers, the work a cowboy does makes for a perfect combination of muscle and sinew. Then there’s the fact that they work with animals. Whether they’re ranch hands, rodeo riders, or weekend wranglers, these men work with horses—and anyone who’s ever sat in a saddle knows you can’t just force horses to do what you want. Working with them requires a certain kind of sensitivity, a give-and-take that bodes well for the bedroom. But another part of their appeal is the old-fashioned simplicity of Western life, which translates into an old-fashioned morality that makes a cowboy the perfect romantic hero. Here in Wyoming,…

Who: The Blades of the Rose What: A band of adventurers, scientists and explorers who follow the four points of the compass to find and protect the world’s magic. Where: All over the world! From the wind-swept steppes of Mongolia, to the gleaming islands in the Aegean Sea, to the rugged Canadian Rockies, and a few more surprising locations. Why: I’m an admitted fan of historical romance, but I’ve also enjoyed the freedom and diversity available in paranormal romance. After reading many, many books about spying dukes and bluestocking debutantes, I wanted to read something really different, something that combined the richness of a historical romance with the range and potential of paranormal romance. So, the BLADES OF THE ROSE were born. Romance readers are a diverse group, and I decided to bring that diversity to a historical setting. This means that not only do I have English heroes and heroines, I have a Canadian Indian hero, an American journalist heroine, and a black British hero—who happens to be a scientific genius. I loved writing each and every one of my heroes and heroines, not just for their diversity, but because they were fun and, above all, intelligent. It’s a…

The past few weeks have been super busy, wouldn’t you say? For me, it feels like months have passed. For example, I can’t remember what I did last week. Not a very good trait to have, but you know what they say, time does fly…. I started marking time by big events or random oddities throughout the day. Do any of you have this problem? For some, this method of remembering works best; but, for someone like me it is definitely a trend that needs to be fixed. HAHA School specifically requires me to have an organized mind; not a spacey one, which happens often when my calendar is blank. To put it bluntly, August was super exciting for me! I have many great memories and news to tell you! In the beginning of the month my sister celebrated her 15th birthday. In the Mexican culture, we plan huge parties called Quinceaneras. It’s basically a party that symbolizes my sister growing up into a woman and leaving her childhood behind, kind of like one of those Sweet Sixteen parties you see on MTV. Well the planning was hectic, expensive, and very last minute. As you can expect, our tempers were…

Overcomers intrigue me. When we find ourselves in a pit, our primary desire is to find our way out. Life’s valleys aren’t enjoyable. And when life throws a major challenge our way—a scary medical diagnosis, a loved one’s death, a job loss—it hits us like an emotional blow to the gut. At that point, we begin a journey. We didn’t ask for the challenge and wouldn’t wish it on anyone. We feel unprepared. Insufficient. Alone. But step by step, we fight through it anyway. And eventually we see a glimmer of light. Which brings me back to overcomers. We read books and watch news stories of those who faced a serious challenge and prevailed. These people (or characters) inspire us. But isn’t it funny how most of these people didn’t enjoy their hardships any more than we relish our own? If you think about it, the individuals who inspire us are ordinary people who got up each morning and took another step forward. They had a bad season like we do, but they refused to surrender. They serve as living proof that we, too, never need to give up. They made it through the valley alive—and so can we. Perhaps…

I love to drive fast. I’m one of those people whose foot is made out of lead when it comes to acceleration. My husband constantly tells me to slow down, that I’m going over the speed limit. At my day job (where I’m a scientist), sometimes I rush through an experiment just because I want to know what the answer is — I don’t want to wait. I love the instant gratification of the drive-through, and the wind whipping through my hair as I speed down the highway. For me, life has always been about being in the fast lane. So you are probably all wondering why on Earth I would ever want to become a writer. For those of you who are non-writers, let me tell you a little secret: publishing is slow. Even in the world of ebooks, you have to wait for a response on your submission, wait for edits, wait for second round of edits, and then wait for your release. That’s if you’re lucky. Quite often your manuscript will get rejected, so you will have to revise and resubmit it somewhere else where the process starts all over again. Nothing about this industry is fast….

I’m on the cusp of a huge change in my life as ATLANTIS BETRAYED releases September 7th – in a few short weeks I’ll be moving clear across the world from Florida to Japan. In general terms, it’s really an exciting move with wonderful adventures to look forward to. In specific terms? It’s kicking my butt. All the millions of crucial details involved in an overseas move are crushing down on me and I wake up in a cold panic at 4 a.m. every night wondering what I forgot. Being a writer, of course, I’m working this into my fiction. Being a human being, I’d love some help! Please tell me how you de-stress when you’re facing enormous changes in your life. We’ll pick three commenters to win signed copies of ATLANTIS BETRAYED. And since the consensus of my latest poll of readers was that they’d WAY rather hear from characters than authors, here’s a snippet from ATLANTIS BETRAYED, where big, hunky warrior Christophe is facing a huge change of his own—he realizes he has feelings for Lady Fiona that he can’t control: Christophe pulled Fiona into the room and turned left until they were out of the line of…

I love writing about sexy vampires, werewolves and dragon-shifters. But I wasn’t always so comfortable with the world of dark fantasy creatures. Not when I was a kid with a vivid imagination. At the age of four, I moved with my family to an apartment building with an elevator that broke down periodically, trapping tenants for hours. I was afraid to ride that elevator by myself, so I’d dash up or down five flights of stairs to our apartment. Unfortunately, by the age of six, I’d learned about vampires, and they’d be right behind me in the dark stairwell, their cold breath chilling the back of my neck. To my relief, we moved into a house when I was eight. Where the kid up the street had a gruesome collection of Tales from the Crypt comic books that gave me nightmares. Why didn’t I stop reading them? Probably only a psychoanalyst can give you the answer. I graduated from comic books to scary novels and short stories. Dracula was my next vampire. I read Bram Stoker’s classic when I was 15, and the count scared me spitless. I was so traumatized that I couldn’t sleep in the same room with…