Monday, October 20, 2008

New Reviews at Coffee Time Romance....

Well, today must've been my lucky day! Six of my reviews got posted to the Coffee Time Romance website today. LOL I love it when my reviews are posted because I put a lot of time and energy into writing objective reviews. Also, I've found writing reviews helps to keep my other writing sharp. In other words it's great practice. So, want to see what I've been reading lately? Check out these reviews, all the books were good!

22 Nights by Linda Winstead Jones

The Mane Attraction by Shelly Laurenston Sexy werelion story, yum!

Duality: Guardians of the Light Book 1 by Renee Wildes

Mysteria Lane, an anthology with stories by Mary Janice Davidson, Susan Grant, Gena Showalter, and PC Cast

Prey by Melina Morel

Shadow on the Crystal by Brittany Kingston

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Should romance authors speak their mind?

I read an interesting post on another blog today about how some romance authors don't feel comfortable expressing strong opinions for fear of driving readers away. I personally don't have a problem expressing my opinions, strong or otherwise, at least most of the time. But I can see how if a romance author were to say, have a very strong, and unpopular opinion and express it in such a way that most readers would find it offensive, that they could possibly lose readers. An example might be a romance author who believes that Roe vs Wade should be overturned, and believes that anyone who does not agree with him/her is an idiot and states that baldly on his/her blog. Yeah, that person is probably going to lose a few readers, but then again, I've also seen when this tactic is done correctly that it generates a lot of visits to the author's blog by the curious, as well as a lot of comments, even if they are angry ones.

The truth is I have a lot of opinions that many would consider unpopular. I'm Native American (Oglala Lakota) and my feelings about the importance of maintaining our languages and culture, as well as a separate cultural identity are strong. Much of these views and feelings play out in the stories I write, and I've been accused of being "opinionated" by others, including a reviewer of one of my books. I think that when it comes to strong views, opinions, and beliefs it's important to be able to speak intelligently, and respectfully. If as a romance writer you do that, accepting the fact that not everyone is going to agree with you, then you should never be afraid to express a strong, or even less than popular opinion. The problem comes in I think when not just romance authors, but anyone expresses their opinion on a subject and then cannot accept when others disagree. When a person becomes defensive, angry, uses abusive language etc. because others don't agree with their opinion then this is what can drive off readers.

Anyway, just an interesting footnote to being a romance writer that I thought I would share my thoughts on.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Destiny's Choices....

About a week ago, I discovered Squidoo, okay I admit I'd heard of it before, but I didn't realize what a great tool it can be to help get the word out until recently. The other day I spent several hours putting together exerpts, and reviews, videos etc. to put on a Squidoo lens about my Native American Romantic supsense Destiny's Choices. Without the wonderful e-book that new Squidoo members get, called of all things, "The Joy of Squidoo" (okay I have to laugh because we all know what title that reminds us of!) This book suggested that authors make lenses for their books, and I have to say I'm really glad I did so. So, for other authors who may read this post, I definitely recommend doing this for your books!

Read my Destiny's Choices Squidoo Lens!

Saturday, September 20, 2008

New Stories at Free Romance Fiction....

As most of you who follow the blog here know, I've been helping to put up a new website called Free Romance Fiction. I'm excited to say we've received our first two offerings from well known, and best selling authors Linda Sole, and jj Keller. Both stories are fabulous and well worth reading! Linda has submitted a historical romance story called Yo, Ho, Ho, and a Bottle of Rum, and jj has submitted a story called A Haunting Song.

I think we are on our way to seeing a site that has some really spectacular romance reads by well known authors. Oh, and the site is not riddled with google ads either which I think is a plus. In addition the stories are in PDF format making them easy to access and read.

Check back often to the blog here as I will continue posting when we have new stories up on the website.

Enjoy these two new offerings! :-)

Friday, September 12, 2008


I thought it was appropriate to take a minute and write about 9/11 and where I was when that awful event happened. I will never forget the morning of September 11, 2001as long as I live. At the time I was unemployed and living in Portland, OR. My husband was working on a survey project in Washington and was gone during the week, and home on weekends. It was about 8:30 am when my phone rang and woke me up. It was my husband telling me to turn on the news because someone had flown a plane into the one of the twin towers in NY. I was still groggy and it didn't really register until I flipped the television on. Every single channel had horrific pictures of a plane crashing into that building and exploding. I don't think my mind could really comprehend what had happened for a moment, but then my husband's voice registered in my ear and we both expressed our disbelief. Not disbelief that it had happened, most all of us here in the states had known for years that sooner or later there was going to be a terrorist attack on US soil, but just disbelief in the form of denial. No one wants to believe their home isn't safe anymore, but that's what Americans learned that day, that we truly are no longer safe. And the reality is it could happen again, and probably will happen again at sometime in the future. While I personally pray that it doesn't, there are just too many fantatics in this world for it not to be a reality.

Anyway, just thought it was important to take a moment and remember all the people that died that day and in the days afterward. Here's to hoping and praying we don't see another 9/11 again.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

More done on Destiny's Decisions...

I'm pleased to say I got more written on Destiny's Decisions this last weekend. This is the sequel to Destiny's Choices and at the rate I'm going it's going to be ready for submission soon.

Destiny's Decisions picks up a year after Tiana and James get back together, and they are planning their wedding. Between James' mother who is something of a fashion diva and determined to get Tiana into a fluffy white wedding dress if it kills her, and someone breaking into and trashing Tiana's art gallery, things start off with a bang in this book. I'm having fun with crafting this one as I'm able to build more on Tiana and James' relationship, and of course being able to bring some of James' family into the book where they were only hinted at in the first one is fun as well. Hopefully, everyone who read Destiny's Choices will enjoy reading Destiny's Decisions just as much!

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Destiny's Choices Exerpt & Blurb...

Destiny's Choices
Price: $4.00
ISBN: 978-1-934475-06-5
Genre: Mystery/Suspense
Purchase Link: Destiny's Choices


Destiny's Choices tells the tale of Tiana Slickpoo, a Nez Perce hereditary carrier of sacred objects. When her boyfriend James Waters decides to attend college out of state, Tiana is wounded by his leaving. Unable to tell him the real reason she cannot go with him, she vows to never allow another into her heart. However, six years later, when priceless tribal objects begin disappearing from the reservation museum, and her art gallery, fate steps in with the return of James.


Tiana Slickpoo bent down and lifted another box from the storage room floor. When she opened it, she discovered a small collection of pots from a Hopi artist in Arizona. Fortunately, the woman had packed the items carefully in bubble wrap and peanuts; nothing was broken. The hand-fired pots were black and a few had polished stones embedded in the clay, a nice added touch to the asymmetrical Pueblo designs. Tiana was sure she could sell them quickly and for a good price. Both she and her friend would make a good profit.

The door opened, and the cool spring air picked up the bells fastened to the front door. On the breeze, she smelled something else: men’s cologne, and one she recognized. She had only known one man who wore the expensive cologne the son of a Tribal Chairman, James Waters.

Tiana refused to turn around and look at him. Instead, she stayed in her crouched position, holding one of the pots. Even though her legs were cramping, she knew she would not move, would not look at him. It was bad enough she had to smell the scent of his cologne and remember what loving him was like.

“No kind words for a weary traveler come home to the rez?” He leaned up against the counter and looked down at her bent head.

“James,” she said through clenched teeth.


She looked up at him then, her black eyes shooting sparks. “Get lost.”

He sighed. “I can’t, Tiana. I’m here to help investigate the thefts, both the ones from the tribal museum and your art gallery. Are you going to help me or not?”

Tiana wondered how he could have heard about the thefts with all the traveling he did. The last she had heard, he had been in Australia investigating the loss of some Aboriginal lands. She did not think the Indian grapevine was that good, but what did she know. There was no way she could handle him being in her space, no way at all.

“No,” she whispered.


She still refused to look at him as she got up from her crouched position. Tiana headed for the back room for the pictures she had taken of the items. Returning to the showroom, she handed them to him. “Here, these are the items that were stolen. We don’t have to see each other again. Just let me know when you’ve caught the culprit.” She handed him her business card, then opened the door. “Goodbye.”

“So that’s it, just here’s the photographs and get lost?” James asked as he took hold of her arm.

“That about covers it.” Tiana knew she was being rude but did not care. Too much time had passed. He took a deep breath as she jerked her arm free.

“Right, I’ll call you when I know something more.”

“Yeah, you do that.” She turned her back on him and resumed unpacking the day’s shipment.

The bells on the door rang again and a cold wind, a sadness for what could have been, moved through her. Breathing deeply through her nose, she did what she had always done; she hardened her heart to him. There was no way he was going to get past her guard again. She had let him close once, and he had betrayed her trust by not answering her letters, by being unwilling to live near to the reservation so they could maintain their relationship. Tiana shook her head in anger. She should have seen it coming at the time.

Tiana’s breath caught in her throat with the memories of their time together. She would not think about him anymore. What was done was done. Tiana’s stomach churned. Why does he have to come back now, just when I was starting to get a handle on my life?

* * * *

In the six years he had been gone, she had not changed at all. She still had the same slender build and the same long, black hair. God, he thought, she was even wearing the same beaded barrettes with the white background and red roses that she was wearing the last time I saw her. He settled into the driver’s seat and rested his forehead on the steering wheel for a moment. The thefts were not the only reason he had returned to the reservation; they merely provided the opening he had been looking for. This is going to be much harder than I originally thought.

Lifting his head, he turned the key in the ignition, fired the engine up, and then eased his way into traffic. James knew that Tiana might not be willing to allow him back into her life again. He should not have pushed her in the studio; clearly, she was holding a grudge. I wanted a reaction, any sort of reaction, that might tell me where I stand and if Tiana still feels anything for me, and boy, did I get it, he thought ruefully.

When he had left the reservation, he had known in some small part of his spirit that it was a mistake. Six years out in the world of the soyaps had made the point even clearer to him. He knew he still loved Tiana, and wanted her for his wife. However, based on her reaction to him just now, he was going to have to be very patient and go slow, if he wanted to earn her trust and love again.

Fifteen minutes later, he pulled into a parking slot in front of the tribal museum and turned off the truck. His mind was made up; he would do whatever was necessary to win her back.

(c) 2007-2008 by Regina Paul. All Rights Reserved.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Journey to Diir by Lynn Sterling...

ISBN#: 978-1-880413-10-4
Rosa Romance Publishing Group
Science Fiction Romance
346 Pages
Rating: 5 Worlds

Andrea Stone lives and dies in the 21st century from a genetic heart defect. Resigned to the fact that she is going to leave her beloved husband and family behind, she agrees to sign a contract allowing her to be cryonically frozen until a cure can be found.

Cole, Tremaine and Nick, a group who salvage metals from asteroids are astonished when they find not only several cryo pods with badly needed viable genetic material from the 21st century, but one pod that has a viable speciman that can be returned to life. Cole the captain thinks she is going to be nothing but trouble, because their sex simulation machine is down, and there are three of them and one of her, Nick the doctor of the group is fascinated by idea of her genetic make-up and what it might be able to do for them to help boost their dwindling population. Tremaine, a GenEng, or human who was created in a lab and grown to adulthood before being awakened is curious, but figures he will not be able to have much to do with her since she is an Earther and Earthers are forbidden to his kind who are little more than slaves.

When Andrea awakens over 600 years in the future, at first she thinks it is a dream. However, it becomes clear very quickly that what she is experiencing is no dream, but acts in some ways more like a nightmare, for the world that Andrea wakes up in is not anything like the world she left behind. The three men who rescue her are unlike any men she has come across. One of the strangest things she notices is their lack of physical contact, and for a woman who has always been very physical, this is not a good thing. One of her first conversations with Cole where he explains that if she becomes intimate with one them, she will be required to be intimate with all of them, as well as all the other changes she has to deal with, convince Andrea that it is best to avoid the three men who rescued her and brought her back to life. But it doesn't take Andrea long to realize that she has to make some kind of life for herself, and that she is starved for human contact. She starts by making intimate contact with Nick and it snowballs from there. However, it is not long before she finds herself deeply involved with all three, and quite happy about it. That is until she discovers she is rich beyond her wildest dreams due to her husband leaving her money for when she awoke. What she decides to do with the money all but sets the universe on its proverbial backside, leaving the four in incredible danger. Will they and their love be able to survive what Andrea's decisions have wrought?

Every once in a while I come across a book that is truly thought provoking as well as imaginative, and if the author can manage to throw in a romance as well, one of my favorite elements as both an author and reader well then that author has my undivided attention. Journey to Diir is one of those books. Ms. Sterling takes us on a journey of both self-discovery, and to discover the true meaning of what real love is. The world building is beyond compare and so well thought out, that this reader thinks that some of the scenarios are distinct possibilities for the future. The alienness of the world Andrea wakes up in and her reaction to it is so well described that you feel as though you are with Andrea as she experiences it. Andrea's relationships with all three men are emotional, and loving making this book a true jewel. Even if you think the idea of a woman being in love with three different men at the same time is distasteful, the way Journey to Diir is written will completely change your viewpoint. The lovemaking scenes are tasteful, and imaginatively written as well as full of emotion. If you ever wondered what the future might be like if you woke up and found yourself in it, then this is the book for you!

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Destiny's Decisions...

I've been actively working on four different manuscripts but this weekend I've been working on the sequel to Destiny's Choices, which I've titled Destiny's Decisions. It takes place a year after James and Tiana get back together and are planning their wedding. The muse seems to hit me at different times for different stories and right now she's got me going on this one. If this keeps up, I may actually finish this story in the next week or so. Just to give you a taste check out the exerpt below!

Unedited Exerpt of WIP Destiny's Decisions:

Tiana grinned now that there was no one there to see. She just might take him up on his “offer” later, but she wasn’t going to let him know it. Let him sweat it out wondering if I’m going to or not.

With that thought she reached for the phone on the desk with the intention of getting the call to her mother-in-law to be out of the way. She’d called Tiana’s cell phone the night before and left a message about yet another beautiful white wedding gown that she was just sure would be the one that Tiana would love. She groaned at the thought. The woman is like a pit bull when it comes to my wedding dress!

Taking a deep breath for courage, Tiana picked up the phone and dialed her future mother-in-law’s number. It rang four times and then voicemail picked up. Tiana breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t going to have to try and talk the woman down, she could just leave her a message. Thank God!

After the greeting was done and the beep sounded Tiana rushed to get her message over with. “Uh, hi Trixie.” She grimaced. No self-respecting Indian woman should ever be named something so innocuous as “Trixie.” “This is Tiana returning your call about the wedding dress. Uh, I really hate to do this, but I’ve already picked out my dress for the wedding. I really appreciate your looking for me and all, but as I’ve explained before, I want a traditional Nez Perce dress rather than a white wedding dress. Thanks again for trying to help, I really do appreciate it, but well I’m happy with what I’ve chosen.” There, hopefully that will be the end of that! She thought, and then hung up the phone quickly just in case Trixie was close by and was going to pick up.

Just as she hung up one phone, her cell phone began singing out a powwow song. Tiana picked it up and stared at the caller ID. The number was blocked. She rarely picked up a call when the number was blocked because it was often sales people but for some reason this time she hit the button and spoke, “Hello?”

“It isn’t over bitch.” A raspy voice that could be either male or female said.

“Who is this?” Tiana demanded. Her heart was racing and the palm holding the phone began to sweat.

“What, you don’t recognize my voice Tiana? I’m devastated.”

“Look if all you want to do is harass me, I’m hanging up.”

“Oh, I intend to do more than just harass you Tiana. You’d better watch your back and that man of yours because if either of you get in my way, you’ll be traveling across the rainbow bridge to grandmother sooner than you think!”

Tiana’s blood chilled in her veins and she hesitated for a second before responding. “What do you want?” She asked, although she had a pretty good idea.

“You know what I want.” The voice replied and then all Tiana could hear was a dial-tone.

“Dammit!” Tiana roughly pushed the button to hang up the phone then put it on the desk and stared it at like as if it were a rattler about to bite her.

(c) 2008 by Regina Paul. All Rights Reserved.