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We love contests, right? Just a reminder, you do need to check back to see if you win if you’d like to claim the prize. 😉
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Sunny will be giving away a signed copy of her latest, Mona Lisa Craving, to one commenter…. so comment!

Every commenter will get their name entered into the drawing once and a winner will be drawn for the prize.

The blurb for Mona Lisa Craving

From the time she was an orphan child, Mona Lisa knew she was different—but she never knew how different. As daughter of the Mixed-Blood of the Monère, she has arrived to rule a new domain in the Louisiana Bayou. Now, under the full moon, she’s feeling a new and uncontrollable surge—and an instinctive new craving…

Dante, the warrior son of a healer, was cursed by the high priestess to endure a never-ending cycle of life and death, born and reborn into an ever-diminishing bloodline. Someone shares one of his past lives. Her name was Mona Lyria. Back then, on the moon in another world, she was his victim. Today, she is Mona Lisa. This time, she is his savior. Dante’s wish is to die by her hands to end his cursed existence. But she feels fate has given them both a second chance. For even stronger than her craving for blood is her craving for what every Monère female desires, and needs…to bear life. Now she has found her mate. But with this blessing could come a new curse under the shadow of a new moon.

You can read more about Sunny’s books here…

And now onto Sunny!

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ONE CRAZY READER

I’m giving away a free signed copy of MONA LISA CRAVING at the end of the day, and will choose a winner from those who post a response. I’d love to hear from other readers on how you got started reading romance.

Before becoming a writer and discovering Romance Writers of America, I was an oddity, a freak—the only one in my family and circle of friends who was a reader. And not just a reader, but a romance reader.

I got my library card in third grade, at the age of eight, when we moved from Brooklyn to Poughkeepsie, New York. Adriance Memorial library was about a mile away from my home, and I would walk there a couple of times a week, loaded down with a pile of books that stretched my arms longer each trip. When I hit my teens, I discovered the romance novel. My mother, a pastor’s daughter, used to rip those mild love stories (Silhouettes and Harlequins then) out of my hands and call them a sin—this was in the early eighties, during the era of bodice-ripping covers. But I was hooked on the rich love and emotion I found in those stories, and couldn’t give them up.

Even now, several decades later, I remain a voracious reader, averaging about five books a week. It’s my favorite way to unwind. Thankfully the covers have gotten more refined. Over the years, my reading tastes have broadened to include sci-fi and fantasy, women’s fiction, mystery, and general fiction, in addition to my mainstay—romance—and my taste in romance itself slowly grew darker, edgier, and much more hotter as I discovered authors like Linda Howard, Laura Kleypas, Emma Holly, and Laurell K. Hamilton.

Interestingly enough, I’ve found that reading has a real impact on my writing. A good story gets my creative juices going, not only with ideas but with words and actual phrasing. It helps in editing, too, I’ve found. The other day, I sat down to do the final editing revision on my husband’s new young adult fiction, The Sword, coming out this fall by HarperCollins/Laura Geringer Books. It went awfully. I had a hard time making the necessary changes in grammar and sentence structures, and finally stopped after a frustrating two hours. I hadn’t done any reading for a week, a rare event, and had been watching movies each night instead, after discovering Redbox, a $1 per night movie/dvd rental machine at my local supermarket. Part of the reason was that I’d read all of the January book titles I had wanted to read and was waiting for February’s offerings.

Nalini Singh’s new book, Mine to Possess, finally came out yesterday and I devoured it, staying up late into the night to finish it. Today, when I sat down to edit my husband’s manuscript, it was a piece of cake, different as night was from day. The changes and corrections came to me easily, effortlessly. It was really surprising to me, that reading the words of a well-written story makes working with words so much easier.

Sunny
http://www.sunnyauthor.com
MONA LISA CRAVING, National bestseller
LUCINDA, DARKLY, 2007 RT Reviewers’ Choice Award nominee

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Ideas

I’ve been asked more than once where I get my ideas.  The other day someone asked me where I came up with the idea for Cosmic Sex and what exactly it was like to have Cosmic Sex.  Being very serious (if you know me, that might be a stretch for you)…okay, being very serious, I looked them straight in the eye and told them that Karl (hubby) is really an alien and many years ago he abducted me.  After he got me to his planet, we had wild cosmic sex and he realized he couldn’t live without me so he moved to planet Earth.

With eyes as big as saucers (note the pun), she said, “Really?”

Karl has been asking me if I’ve noticed that people in town are looking at him kind of strangely.  I told him it’s the new haircut and not to worry about it.

I went into the Bread & Butter store the other day to get a Dr. Pepper before heading to a meeting and the girl behind the counter said, hello Ms Karen.  She always calls me Ms. Karen and I think it’s so cute.  I guess she’s probably about 24.  Anyway, when I went to pay out she turned beat red and told me she’d read one of my books.  Then she said Karl must be a really lucky man.  Not really.  I’m usually writing or reading and he falls asleep early, but I smiled and told her, “No, I’m a lucky woman.”

Karl came in the house the other day.  He’d made a run to the Bread & Butter for milk.  He said a bunch of the regulars were sitting around at the table drinking coffee (we live in a really small town in Texas) anyway, they started calling out how he was the man and nodding at him. 

I told him I wouldn’t worry about it.  They’d probably seen him outside with his new mower.

Poor Karl doesn’t have a clue, but I love him anyway. 

Have a fun day!

Karen Kelley

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