Monday, March 14, 2011

Debut Author Maeve Greyson Talks about Love, Communication, and BEYOND A HIGHLAND WHISPER

I'm excited to have my friend, debut author Maeve Greyson visiting today.

Maeve Greyson writes paranormal romances from her cozy little home in western Kentucky.  Tucked away in the middle of nowhere, her stories spark with magic and love, where anything might happen to get to that happily ever after.Her writing partner, Jasper –the rat terrier/Chihuahua mix, critiques all her work. Under his sharp eye and the endless support of her husband of over thirty-one years, she snuggles back in their secluded wood and pours her daydreams into the keyboard.

WELCOME MAEVE! The page is yours......

Sometimes – love means knowing when to bite your tongue.

I’ve been married to the same wonderfully frustrating man for over thirty-one years. In fact, we’ve grown so close; we pretty much read each other’s thoughts just by mannerisms or familiar phrases. For example:


“Yes, Dear” means I’m just agreeing to shut you up.

An arched eyebrow paired with a glare over the tops of glasses slid to the tip of a nose means: “Do you REALLY think I’m that stupid?”

"Yeah right” is the same as calling BULL SH*T about whatever was just said. (Forgive me but there’s just no other way to phrase it).

“Fine!” means anything but that.

Tucking my head under his chin while I bury my face into his chest and sigh means, “Hold me. I’ve had a bad day.”

Ducked head, pursed lips and fidgeting back and forth means, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Muting the ballgame and bringing a fresh cup of coffee means, “I love you and support what you’re doing.” 

Hiding Jasper’s green squeaky toy when it’s a midnight shift means, “I love you and want you to get your rest.”

Communication is a tricky thing…especially with the one you love. In my paranormal romance, BEYOND A HIGHLAND WHISPER, Latharn and Nessa’s communication evolves…but not without a few bumps. Read on to see just how well they “mesh” when modern day Nessa attempts to teach a Scot from the 1400’s how to drive.


Nessa gnawed at her lower lip as she gripped the edges of the seat. She had her fingers clenched so deep in the cushions she knew her nails were going to shred the upholstery.

“Latharn, don’t you think it would be better if Brodie taught you how to drive?”

“’Tis no’ a matter of being taught, Nessa. I but need ye to tell me the basic functions of the gadgets and knobs. I assure ye, I am not some foolish young pup who has to practice until he gets it right.” Latharn sat in the driver’s seat of the car, his brow creased with a frown as he examined the gauges and knobs. He twisted to peer down around the wheel, studying the pedals she’d pointed out at his feet.

Nessa inhaled a deep, nerve calming breath, attempting to swallow her rising anxiety. She closed her eyes and searched for something positive about Latharn trying to learn to drive. At least this thing is an automatic. I’d end up with whiplash trying to teach him to use a clutch.

Latharn sat bolt upright in the seat and swiveled to fix her with an icy glare. “My love, I’d like to remind ye I have been reading your mind since ye were but a lass of eighteen years of age. I am now trying to withdraw and give ye your privacy. But when ye find yourself feeling particularly sarcastic, your thoughts are much louder than your words.”

Nessa’s cheeks heated up with this latest revelation. She narrowed her eyes and returned his glare. Her temper flared as she arched one brow and boldly spoke her mind. “Can you hear what I am thinking now, my love?”

His eyes widened. Latharn cocked his head and smirked. “Now why would I want to do that to myself when it’s much more satisfying to do it with you?”

Her teeth clenched, Nessa pointed to the keys. “Just start the car.”

Latharn stomped the gas pedal to the floor, turned the keys as far as the ignition would allow—and held them there. His face locked into a mask of concentration, he stared at the road ahead. The starter whined in painful protest as the engine roared with the fury of the wide-open gas.

“Now let them go! As soon as you hear the engine start, you’re supposed to let go of the keys.” Nessa slapped at his hand and tapped at his right knee currently locked in the straight position, the gas pedal pushed to the floorboard. “Let up on the pedal! You’re giving it too much gas. You’re going to burn up all the fuel before you even put it into gear.”

“Stop scolding me as though I’m an empty-headed bairn! Ye didna tell me that part when ye went through what each of these damn things do.” Latharn white-knuckled the steering wheel until it almost bent between his hands as he shifted in the seat.

Flattening her hands on the dashboard, Nessa tried to swallow her frustration. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to yell. I told you it would be better if Brodie did this. Now put your foot on the brake and ease the gearshift into drive. Right, the one with the D.” Scrubbing her face with her hands, Nessa glanced at the street, thankful that it appeared to be deserted. “Now before you pull out…”

The car squealed out of the parking lot. He kept his right leg locked at the knee. His massive hands swallowed the tiny tubing of the steering wheel, sawing it back and forth. Thanks to Nessa’s adamant refusal to teach him unless they were on a deserted stretch of road, all he had to do was keep the car between the ditches as he barreled down the lane.

“Latharn, slow down!” Nessa squeezed his right leg to get him to relax off the gas pedal at least a notch or two. Latharn appeared to have only two speeds: dead stop or screaming wide-ass open.

Latharn glared at the road and his leg began to relax. As the car slowed down from its breakneck speed, his hands unclenched from the wheel. “Ye see, Nessa? I told ye ’twould be no chore at all. Ye must learn to trust in what I say.”

“Just because you’re able to drive down a deserted stretch of road doesn’t mean you’ve mastered this thing just yet.” As she snugged her seat belt across her body, Nessa pointed up the roadway a bit. “Why don’t you turn here and take us back to Brodie’s and we’ll see if you can park this thing.”

Latharn took the corner so fast the car almost skidded on two wheels. He fixed Nessa with a chilling glare when she bellowed for him to slow the damn thing down. He growled. “I’m not deaf, Nessa. Just because I can hear your thoughts doesn’t mean I can’t hear you speak.”

As they neared the graveled drive, Nessa pointed to a spot beneath an ancient oak. “Why don’t you just pull up to that tree? I think it best if we stay away from the building.”

Tearing his gaze away from the road, Latharn reprimanded her with a jerk of his head. “I will thank ye to keep the jests to yourself and might I also add I have never met a woman with such a broad knowledge of profanity in my life.” He wasn’t sure what some of those words meant, but others…he knew them all too well.

“I haven’t cursed you a single time,” Nessa retorted. “At least not out loud…much.”

“Aye. Well, ye have done a verra fine job of it in your head.” He returned his attention to the targeted spot in front of the tree. As he lifted his foot from the gas pedal, he stomped on the brake and threw them both forward into their locking seat belts.

“Ow! Didn’t I tell you not to stomp on the pedals? You’re supposed to lightly step on them...roll onto them with the ball of your foot.” Nessa twisted her body and rubbed her shoulder where the seat belt had tried to behead her.

Latharn threw the gearshift into park, shut off the engine, and yanked the keys from the ignition. He exploded from the vehicle and threw the keys to the ground. He didn’t even acknowledge Trish as she walked across the drive when he stormed off across the field.

Trish bent, peered into the car, and raised her brows at Nessa’s enraged face. “First driving lesson went well, I see.”


I’d like to close with a heartfelt thank you to Kristal for being so kind and inviting me for a visit on her lovely blog! I’d also like to ask the readers –do you have any secret codes you use for communicating with your significant other?

And thank you, Maeve, for coming by to share your thoughts on love, communication, and an excerpt from your new release.

Maeve's debut novel, BEYOND A HIGHLAND WHISPER, is now available from The Wild Rose Press and she recently contracted THE HIGHLANDER’S FURY with them as well.

For more information on Maeve Greyson visit her at:

The Wild Rose Press:

Don't forget to tell her Kristal sent you. :)

  • Digg
  • StumbleUpon
  • Reddit
  • RSS

Friday, March 4, 2011

FF&P PRISM Contest

*Permission to forward gratefully given and encouraged*

The PRISM contest highlighting the best books of the Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal genres will be closing soon (deadline March 19th).

However we need more YA!




If you have a YA, FU, E/R, or TT/SP book with a Fantasy, Futuristic, or
Paranormal theme - enter the Prism! Get some get great exposure for you and your book.

If you have a blog, how about letting other authors know about our contest.

Categories are: Dark Paranormal, Light Paranormal, Futuristic, Fantasy, Time Travel/Steampunk, Erotica/Romantica, Novella (between 20,00 and 40,00 words), and YOUNG ADULT.

E-books may be entered in a pdf format. Small press-published books are welcome, as long as they are non-vanity/non-subsidy as defined by RWA.

All finalists receive a certificate and pin; winners also receive a beautiful, crystal Prism award. Awards are presented during The Gathering at the RWA National Conference.

Again--the deadline for entries is March 19th, 2011.

For more information, visit the main contest site at or email contest coordinators Liz Roadifer and Melissa Marelic at

  • Digg
  • StumbleUpon
  • Reddit
  • RSS

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Tuesday's Treasure: Never Again by Michele Bardsley

Publication Date: 3/1/2011
Imprint: Signet Eclipse
 ISBN: 978-0-451-23275-5
ISBN-10: 0-451-23275-5

Gray Calhoun is the Guardian of Nevermore—a small Texas community where magickals and mundanes live peaceably. Embracing only the barest responsibility that his office requires, Gray prefers to be left alone so that he can continue to lick his wounded pride. Although it’s been ten years, he hasn’t gotten over the fact that his former wife tried to sacrifice him to a demon lord.

Lucinda Rackmore is a witch on the lamb. Her abusive, wizard ex-boyfriend, Bernard, has stripped away her powers and a family curse has ruined her financially. It won’t be long before Bernard finds her and drags her back to his lair. With nowhere else to turn, she seeks out her former brother-in-law for help.

At first, Gray can’t see past Lucy’s sister’s betrayal. He sends her away though in his heart he knows that what happened to him wasn’t Lucy’s fault. With guilt gnawing his conscience, he goes out looking for her and finds that the town he’s supposed to protect is terribly out of balance. If he doesn’t set thing right, Nevermore could be destroyed and Lucy along with it.  When Gray makes an offer that Lucy can’t refuse, they risk their hearts and their lives to expose the dark forces at work in Nevermore.

Never Again is a great start for Michele Bardsley’s new series, Wizards of Nevermore. This story is a roller coaster of emotion with two people desperately trying to come to terms with the hand life’s dealt them.  Gray doesn’t want to love again after having his heart cut out, literally. Lucy wants love, but every relationship she’s had has convinced her that she’s unlovable.
Multiple dangers surround a mystery sub-plot that accelerates Gray and Lucy’s emotional journey. However, when the POV changed to an unidentified mystery villain I became a little flustered. POV switches that move the story forward are fine and dandy, but I want to know whose head I’m popping into in a scene. The villain’s identity can remain a secret to the hero and heroine, but as a romance reader I don’t want to be in the dark. For me, knowing the villain, especially when he/she is sharing a scene with the hero or heroine, is more suspenseful because they are unaware of the danger. 

There’s a great cast of characters living in Nevermore and I liked them all. Ms. Bardsley did a wonderful job creating these individuals and connecting them to one another without over-powering the central story line. It gave the read a real feel of a small town~ where everyone knows your name and your business. I especially loved the soul-imprinted books, Grit and Dutch. These guys were a hoot!  And Ember, the Jamaican tea shop owner, who believes
“Life was about living…even in the tiniest moments. And life without love…Well, that was no life at all.”

Never Again isn’t a light-hearted paranormal romance.  It’s dark and sinister but has some humor so that the reader doesn’t get bogged down with the weight of it all. I found it to be an entertaining read with a feel-good ending. I look forward to more intrigue and romance from the Wizards of Nevermore series.

HEAT LEVEL:  Campfire

Reviewed for the March Edition of The Season.

  • Digg
  • StumbleUpon
  • Reddit
  • RSS

Total Pageviews