Sunday, October 30, 2011

Walls of Jericho

Jericho Rivers spent five years trying to forget Charlotte Murray and it's all for nothing. When an elusive stallion emerges, she must ask for help. One look and he remembers all too well. Passions flair and a bitter betrayal is exposed. When the walls of Jericho tumble, can lovers unite?

Coming in early 2012 to Passions in Print

WALLS OF JERICHO by Tessa Berkley

"I have never been any more sure in my life. We have wasted five years all because my father has some outdated notion of what is good enough for his little girl." She stepped into his arms and with her fingers traced every rise and fall of his face. "I have never loved anyone more than you, Jericho Rivers. I want you." She rose on her toes and kissed the edges of his mouth. "I need you. Today, by the lake should have proved that."

This time, she brought her lips to the corners of his mouth. Her passionate kisses moved his arms to take hold of her body and pull her close. "Charlotte," he breathed her name against her lips and they crushed together.

They kissed their way back to the blankets and Jericho eased her down. The light from the fire danced upon her face, teasing her eyes and sending shimmers of gold waves coursing through her hair. "This afternoon, I wanted so to see you once more in all your glory."

"Make love to me, Jericho. Let the walls between us fall away," she whispered sliding her hands beneath his shirt to touch his skin.

Look for the release date and cover soon...

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

October musings...

October has nearly come and gone, yet I am just sitting down to write my blog. Yes, shame on me. the word write is a verb, not a noun. So its the duty of a writer to write, to put pen to paper, or in this case to type words to computer screen and compose one's thoughts. So I am taking the time out of my schedule to do so.

As a new author, I find the rank and file filling in daily. Like cattle calls for a Broadway show, aspiring authors go immediately to the world wind web and create blogs, out soapboxes to the world on which we stand. When publishers ask you, what's your platform? This is the scaffolding on which you are going to build your answer. Question yourself, what do you want people to say about you? About your author's name? About your books?

Proficient?
Great story?
Three dimensional characters they can relate to?
A story weaver, not just a story teller?

These are all things writers want to be known for - not just a flash in the pan, not making millions off Amazon ( even though, we do aspire to see a huge sale with each book ). You want the firm foundation of your platform to be your good name. Readers can come to you for a solid story, well told, well crafted, satisfying. You want your readers to spend those hours hooked on your plot, wondering what your characters will do next, and thinking, my gosh, this heroine could so be me.

So writers, young and old, don't rush a well thought out plan in order to get the quick satisfaction. Write well, write often, become proficient and build that bridge to your fan base. Let them know your name is something you can bank on.

Writer roll call for Authors who leave you with that satisfying read.

Aliyah Burke
Yvette Hines
Debbie Macomber
Suzanne Brockman
Paty Jager
Amy Atwell

Who are yours?

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Walls of Jericho coming to Passions in Print

Scooting around the web, I found a great little publisher called Passions in Print. Being a western writer, I noticed a call for cowboy stories. So, being the person I am, I took up the challenge and wrote a story of two lovers broken up by a father who thought he knew what was best for his daughter. Here is an excerpt from this book due to be released at the first of the year...

Walls of Jericho

“A table please, by the window,” she murmured.

Head aloft, oblivious to the scowls of the females and the heated glances of their partners, she followed the man to a table for two. He drew back her chair and she took her seat. “Thank you,” Charlotte responded and laid her reticule next to her plate. Picking up the menu, she ordered the cafĂ©’s special. With the waiter gone, she took in her surroundings.

She discovered, to her delight, the two potted palms behind her offered a degree of privacy while the open Palladian window, to her left, held a grand view of the main street. Should Jericho show his face, she’d easily see him. Still, her pride stung that he was not here waiting. No matter, like two parts of a whole, they would find each other. She would play coy and he hard to get.

Musing over their coming conversation, Charlotte did not hear the waiter return until he cleared his throat.

“Yes?” She glanced up.

“The gentleman at the bar sends his regards and this.”

She watched as he placed a delicate stemmed glass before her plate filled with a dark red liquid.

“He would like to join you for dinner,” the waiter finished.

A look of divine contentment washed over her. Jericho had come.

Her heart skipped a beat. Delighted in her powers, the corners of Charlotte’s mouth drew upwards as if she’d savored a sweet morsel. Yes, Jericho Rivers was much more than that.

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