Today our guest is author Lynn Crain. Check out what's she's talking about. :0)
Make sure you leave a comment, Lynn is giving away a copy of her book, The Harvester, to one lucky person!
Make sure you leave a comment, Lynn is giving away a copy of her book, The Harvester, to one lucky person!
Queen of the Three Chapters
Catchy title, huh? I’ve been writing for years and have completed fifteen published books in erotic romances in every genre around. My friends always told me I wrote the weird stuff and if you look at what I’ve written over the years, you’ll see they were correct. But this journey wasn’t always as pleasant as it is today. Here’s a small look at how it all began
Even though the title is catchy, I’m sure those of you reading this wonder just what the heck I’m talking about. Well, like most writers my education has been long and tedious. I began writing at twelve because I felt sure I was as good as Margaret Mitchell and I knew I had it in me to write the greatest American romance every written. My first novel would be a fabulous Civil War romance with all the right characters and the right story line. But first, I need to learn about writing...after all I was only twelve.
To learn what I would be doing the rest of my life, I started reading every book I could get my hand on that had a relationship. I read Harlequins, I read Edna Ferber, I read – gasp – Barbara Cartland and others. I read stories about the American Revolution, Civil War and World War I. I studied history of all kinds and loved every moment of it.
Then many, many years ago I heard about a small organization called RWA and the year was 1983. During my first few years with the organization, I learned, or thought I did, everything I could about the romance genre and how to write it. Then I entered my first Golden Heart competition and failed miserably. So miserably that the judge there told me I couldn’t write myself out of a paper bag. At first I was sad, really sad and told myself I would never write again. But I loved writing. I had been writing since I was twelve when I sold my first poem. I didn’t want to do anything else with my life...I wanted to be a WRITER! This was my calling!
I allowed myself to wallow, and wallowing it was, in self pity for about twenty-four hours before I got mad. I decided then and there, I would show this person, this judge who ripped me to shreds that I did have it in me to be a good writer. And I would do it the correct way. I would learn everything I could about writing and the genre of writing from experienced people. I would take classes and study the masters of the genre.
So I went to every RWA meeting and conference I could afford. I became the founding chapter president of a local chapter and gathered around me like minded people. I even worked for a small press publisher as I wanted to understand both sides about the business. I eventually became a member of RWA’s National Board and learned even more about the industry as I served my two years.
During this whole time I was entering contests. Lots of them. So much so, my chapter and those who knew I wrote started to call me the Queen of the Three Chapters. And at the time, it was well deserved. I had perfected just how to put together a good five page synopsis and a kick-ass first three chapters. But I didn’t really have a book in me at that time. Now, you may be wondering why only three chapters...well...most contests of the day only required three chapters and a synopsis. Or about 60 pages. I could do sixty pages fairly easily. I proved myself over and over as I placed in many of the contests I entered but never did I quite get the first spot until much later in my career.
Sure, I was slowly and I mean slowly working on completing a book but it was hit and miss. Then came the day that RWA required, heaven forbid, a full manuscript to enter the Golden Heart. Now that novel didn’t have to be pretty or anything, it just had to be done. LOL! So, there I was, sitting in front of my old desk, wondering where to go next. Sure, I knew what to do. I understood how to get from point a to point b. It was all the stuff in the middle I worried about but if I were going to enter the Golden Heart ever again, this had to be done. I hated to read saggy middles and here I wasn’t even sure I could not produce one myself.
So three months out, kicking myself for not paying attention more in all those classes about the wonderful endings and saggy middles, I proceeded to complete my first book. And once it was done...it was a labor of love...something to this day I stand by proudly. Has it seen the light of day? No, but I’m hopeful because it was the first in a series of seven called the Nevada Nights series. I will complete that series one day I started with only three chapters.
After completing the book for the contest, I was determined never again to be known as the Queen of the Three Chapters and I haven’t been. But reality sometimes doesn’t allow one to complete a book for whatever reason. I’ve been almost to the end of a novel and realized I’d have to set it aside as it wasn’t working the way it should...but that’s another story.
Thanks for dropping by and I’ll be giving one lucky person who leaves a comment a copy of my latest book, The Harvester...so don’t forget to leave your email address!
Lynn
Lynn Crain
Experience the Magic
www.lynncrain.com
Even though the title is catchy, I’m sure those of you reading this wonder just what the heck I’m talking about. Well, like most writers my education has been long and tedious. I began writing at twelve because I felt sure I was as good as Margaret Mitchell and I knew I had it in me to write the greatest American romance every written. My first novel would be a fabulous Civil War romance with all the right characters and the right story line. But first, I need to learn about writing...after all I was only twelve.
To learn what I would be doing the rest of my life, I started reading every book I could get my hand on that had a relationship. I read Harlequins, I read Edna Ferber, I read – gasp – Barbara Cartland and others. I read stories about the American Revolution, Civil War and World War I. I studied history of all kinds and loved every moment of it.
Then many, many years ago I heard about a small organization called RWA and the year was 1983. During my first few years with the organization, I learned, or thought I did, everything I could about the romance genre and how to write it. Then I entered my first Golden Heart competition and failed miserably. So miserably that the judge there told me I couldn’t write myself out of a paper bag. At first I was sad, really sad and told myself I would never write again. But I loved writing. I had been writing since I was twelve when I sold my first poem. I didn’t want to do anything else with my life...I wanted to be a WRITER! This was my calling!
I allowed myself to wallow, and wallowing it was, in self pity for about twenty-four hours before I got mad. I decided then and there, I would show this person, this judge who ripped me to shreds that I did have it in me to be a good writer. And I would do it the correct way. I would learn everything I could about writing and the genre of writing from experienced people. I would take classes and study the masters of the genre.
So I went to every RWA meeting and conference I could afford. I became the founding chapter president of a local chapter and gathered around me like minded people. I even worked for a small press publisher as I wanted to understand both sides about the business. I eventually became a member of RWA’s National Board and learned even more about the industry as I served my two years.
During this whole time I was entering contests. Lots of them. So much so, my chapter and those who knew I wrote started to call me the Queen of the Three Chapters. And at the time, it was well deserved. I had perfected just how to put together a good five page synopsis and a kick-ass first three chapters. But I didn’t really have a book in me at that time. Now, you may be wondering why only three chapters...well...most contests of the day only required three chapters and a synopsis. Or about 60 pages. I could do sixty pages fairly easily. I proved myself over and over as I placed in many of the contests I entered but never did I quite get the first spot until much later in my career.
Sure, I was slowly and I mean slowly working on completing a book but it was hit and miss. Then came the day that RWA required, heaven forbid, a full manuscript to enter the Golden Heart. Now that novel didn’t have to be pretty or anything, it just had to be done. LOL! So, there I was, sitting in front of my old desk, wondering where to go next. Sure, I knew what to do. I understood how to get from point a to point b. It was all the stuff in the middle I worried about but if I were going to enter the Golden Heart ever again, this had to be done. I hated to read saggy middles and here I wasn’t even sure I could not produce one myself.
So three months out, kicking myself for not paying attention more in all those classes about the wonderful endings and saggy middles, I proceeded to complete my first book. And once it was done...it was a labor of love...something to this day I stand by proudly. Has it seen the light of day? No, but I’m hopeful because it was the first in a series of seven called the Nevada Nights series. I will complete that series one day I started with only three chapters.
After completing the book for the contest, I was determined never again to be known as the Queen of the Three Chapters and I haven’t been. But reality sometimes doesn’t allow one to complete a book for whatever reason. I’ve been almost to the end of a novel and realized I’d have to set it aside as it wasn’t working the way it should...but that’s another story.
Thanks for dropping by and I’ll be giving one lucky person who leaves a comment a copy of my latest book, The Harvester...so don’t forget to leave your email address!
Lynn
Lynn Crain
Experience the Magic
www.lynncrain.com
The Harvester
Word Count: approximately 42,000 words
Logline: Sky Nerezsh, a Harvester of men, leaves home avoiding a tragic path when a rival comes to claim Earth and the two Scottish lifemates she’s just discovered.
Blurb: Princess Sky Xera Nerezsh came to earth to avoid the normal succession path to the throne. Being the oldest daughter, she will be required to murder her mother in order to secure her path to power. Sky loves her mother and refuses this path, choosing instead to disappear in the vast reaches of space. When her past collides with her present, she has to think quick on her feet, claim two men and a whole planet just to avoid the inevitable: a meeting with her mother. Along the way, she discovers true love and a burning need to be there for them always. Now if the other Harvesters can just keep to themselves, they’ll have no problems. But who said true love was ever easy.
Book Excerpt:
Suddenly one dark haired man was on the table in front of her, gyrating his sexy hips in her face, his package mere inches from her mouth. In another life, she would have leaned forward and planted her lips on his crotch, willing his body to perform. She really should have been paying more attention to the situation around her instead of wondering about where Angela had gotten herself.
Leaning down, his breath reminded her of the sweetgrass that grew on her home planet of Tyrsati, heightening her senses even more. “Sweetheart, I see how you want me...it’s written all over your face.” His voice purred in her ear.
Sky gasped and pulled back to get a better look at the man in front of her. He reminded her of the gods of Vada. He was tall, well-muscled, dark hair brushing the top of his shoulders and had the most incredible violet eyes she had ever seen. Guess the optics weren’t wrong. He would fetch an exquisite price on Texra and her mother would be extremely proud for her acquisition. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs.
“Nice eyes, sweetie – hang around after the show – I’ll make it worth your while.” His voice hit a resonance with her and her whole body flushed. It had been years since she had reacted to any man. Now her emotions and body betrayed her for an insignificant being on an outer planet. She shook her head. This planet was no more insignificant than any other, including her own but she knew if she didn’t get herself under control, the Harvester in her would take over. Old habits die hard.
“Don’t let his demeanor fool you, luvey. He just wants to get into your pants.” Another deep voice reverberated close to her ear.
She glanced over her shoulder and again her breath was nearly taken away as she looked into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen in the galaxy bar none. The sky of Octa couldn’t hold a candle to the color that swirled in their depths.
“Ooo, Jaxon is right about the eyes. Very cool green.”
“Contacts,” Sky managed to get out for the second time this evening, her voice low.
“And a sexy voice to boot. Very nice.” He twirled away to join his companion on stage. He was just as nice looking as the first guy but just a little shorter. His shiny hair swung around his jaw line as he moved and her hands ached to run her fingers through it and over his body.
She sat there stunned as the people at her table laughed and clapped her on the back as if she’d done some sort of fantastic feat. While her time on this planet had been very thrilling, in her old life working for her mother, their performances had to be impeccable or their fate might be worse than death. She vaguely wondered just how she’d rate them.
Sky did her best to smile and act as if what happened was one of the most exciting things in her life when in reality it brought back some memories she’d rather forget. Folding her hands in front of her, she closed her eyes and steadied her breathing. She opened her eyes slow and caught a glimpse of a targeting laser. The light was in a part of the spectrum that no one of this planet could even see but her optics caught it.
Scanning the crowd, she allowed her eyes to whirl, not caring who saw. There were not supposed to be any Harvesters on this world as it had been declared too primitive to even be included in the Alliance of Planets. She came here because she knew this was the one place her mother wouldn’t think to look. Now, she knew another Tyrsatian walked the same world as she did, occupying the very same room.
Maybe it was time to see just what type of trouble Angela got herself into. Leaning across the table, she quickly gave Jayne her phone number and said her goodbyes to all the others present. Rising slowly, she didn’t want to alert the other Harvester but she was just far enough away and at a weird angle to not see who it might be. Moving quickly to the back wall, she moved to where she stood way behind the woman but close enough to see who it was.
Jesata Ardik. Of all the Harvesters to show up on her new home planet, one of the most relentless in the business had to land on her new home. This wasn’t going to be easy. She had to delay her from marking them because once they were marked, it didn’t matter wherever in the universe they were, they would be considered fugitives until captured and sold to the highest bidder. Meaning, she wouldn’t be able to get them off world without the help of her mother.
Buy Links:
Smashwords ~ https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/171101
Amazon ~ http://amzn.com/B008AP7ESI
ARe ~ https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-theharvester-825386-340.html
Barnes & Noble ~ http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-harvester-lynn-crain/1111514688?ean=2940014795517
Word Count: approximately 42,000 words
Logline: Sky Nerezsh, a Harvester of men, leaves home avoiding a tragic path when a rival comes to claim Earth and the two Scottish lifemates she’s just discovered.
Blurb: Princess Sky Xera Nerezsh came to earth to avoid the normal succession path to the throne. Being the oldest daughter, she will be required to murder her mother in order to secure her path to power. Sky loves her mother and refuses this path, choosing instead to disappear in the vast reaches of space. When her past collides with her present, she has to think quick on her feet, claim two men and a whole planet just to avoid the inevitable: a meeting with her mother. Along the way, she discovers true love and a burning need to be there for them always. Now if the other Harvesters can just keep to themselves, they’ll have no problems. But who said true love was ever easy.
Book Excerpt:
Suddenly one dark haired man was on the table in front of her, gyrating his sexy hips in her face, his package mere inches from her mouth. In another life, she would have leaned forward and planted her lips on his crotch, willing his body to perform. She really should have been paying more attention to the situation around her instead of wondering about where Angela had gotten herself.
Leaning down, his breath reminded her of the sweetgrass that grew on her home planet of Tyrsati, heightening her senses even more. “Sweetheart, I see how you want me...it’s written all over your face.” His voice purred in her ear.
Sky gasped and pulled back to get a better look at the man in front of her. He reminded her of the gods of Vada. He was tall, well-muscled, dark hair brushing the top of his shoulders and had the most incredible violet eyes she had ever seen. Guess the optics weren’t wrong. He would fetch an exquisite price on Texra and her mother would be extremely proud for her acquisition. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs.
“Nice eyes, sweetie – hang around after the show – I’ll make it worth your while.” His voice hit a resonance with her and her whole body flushed. It had been years since she had reacted to any man. Now her emotions and body betrayed her for an insignificant being on an outer planet. She shook her head. This planet was no more insignificant than any other, including her own but she knew if she didn’t get herself under control, the Harvester in her would take over. Old habits die hard.
“Don’t let his demeanor fool you, luvey. He just wants to get into your pants.” Another deep voice reverberated close to her ear.
She glanced over her shoulder and again her breath was nearly taken away as she looked into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen in the galaxy bar none. The sky of Octa couldn’t hold a candle to the color that swirled in their depths.
“Ooo, Jaxon is right about the eyes. Very cool green.”
“Contacts,” Sky managed to get out for the second time this evening, her voice low.
“And a sexy voice to boot. Very nice.” He twirled away to join his companion on stage. He was just as nice looking as the first guy but just a little shorter. His shiny hair swung around his jaw line as he moved and her hands ached to run her fingers through it and over his body.
She sat there stunned as the people at her table laughed and clapped her on the back as if she’d done some sort of fantastic feat. While her time on this planet had been very thrilling, in her old life working for her mother, their performances had to be impeccable or their fate might be worse than death. She vaguely wondered just how she’d rate them.
Sky did her best to smile and act as if what happened was one of the most exciting things in her life when in reality it brought back some memories she’d rather forget. Folding her hands in front of her, she closed her eyes and steadied her breathing. She opened her eyes slow and caught a glimpse of a targeting laser. The light was in a part of the spectrum that no one of this planet could even see but her optics caught it.
Scanning the crowd, she allowed her eyes to whirl, not caring who saw. There were not supposed to be any Harvesters on this world as it had been declared too primitive to even be included in the Alliance of Planets. She came here because she knew this was the one place her mother wouldn’t think to look. Now, she knew another Tyrsatian walked the same world as she did, occupying the very same room.
Maybe it was time to see just what type of trouble Angela got herself into. Leaning across the table, she quickly gave Jayne her phone number and said her goodbyes to all the others present. Rising slowly, she didn’t want to alert the other Harvester but she was just far enough away and at a weird angle to not see who it might be. Moving quickly to the back wall, she moved to where she stood way behind the woman but close enough to see who it was.
Jesata Ardik. Of all the Harvesters to show up on her new home planet, one of the most relentless in the business had to land on her new home. This wasn’t going to be easy. She had to delay her from marking them because once they were marked, it didn’t matter wherever in the universe they were, they would be considered fugitives until captured and sold to the highest bidder. Meaning, she wouldn’t be able to get them off world without the help of her mother.
Buy Links:
Smashwords ~ https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/171101
Amazon ~ http://amzn.com/B008AP7ESI
ARe ~ https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-theharvester-825386-340.html
Barnes & Noble ~ http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-harvester-lynn-crain/1111514688?ean=2940014795517
BIO:
Lynn Crain has penned over 25 novels in romance in the genres of science fiction, fantasy and contemporary romance, erotic to tame in nature. She always knew that writing was her calling even if it took years at other professions to prove it. She has belonged to EPIC and RWA for more years that she cares to think about. Currently, she lives in Europe while her husband of nearly 30 years pursues his dream of working internationally. Her state-side home is in Nevada where family and friends wait patiently for their return. You can find her hanging out at A Writer In Vienna Blog (www.awriterinvienna.blogspot.com) and various other places on the net (www.theloglineblog.blogspot.com; www.twitter.com/oddlynn3 ; www.lynncrain.blogspot.com ; www.facebook.com/oddlynn3 ) as well as her website www.lynncrain.com. Still, the thing she loves most of all is hearing from her readers at [email protected].
NOTE: This is an erotic menagé novel with EXPLICIT language and adult situations.
Review Links:
http://marywhispers.blog.com/?p=1024
Lynn Crain has penned over 25 novels in romance in the genres of science fiction, fantasy and contemporary romance, erotic to tame in nature. She always knew that writing was her calling even if it took years at other professions to prove it. She has belonged to EPIC and RWA for more years that she cares to think about. Currently, she lives in Europe while her husband of nearly 30 years pursues his dream of working internationally. Her state-side home is in Nevada where family and friends wait patiently for their return. You can find her hanging out at A Writer In Vienna Blog (www.awriterinvienna.blogspot.com) and various other places on the net (www.theloglineblog.blogspot.com; www.twitter.com/oddlynn3 ; www.lynncrain.blogspot.com ; www.facebook.com/oddlynn3 ) as well as her website www.lynncrain.com. Still, the thing she loves most of all is hearing from her readers at [email protected].
NOTE: This is an erotic menagé novel with EXPLICIT language and adult situations.
Review Links:
http://marywhispers.blog.com/?p=1024
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