Showing posts with label Army. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Army. Show all posts

Saturday, September 10, 2016

What Lies Beneath? You don’t want to know about this suspense! by Rolynn Anderson

My hairdryer led me into the abyss.  Fairly new, with all ‘ionic’ features, whatever that means, the ding-dang dryer was acting up.  It would blow hot hair, then cold; it would produce lots of air, then very little.  First thought: I’d bought a lemon; second thought: Is there a problem with the air vents?  Are they obstructed?  

Were they ever!  I took a tweezers to those layers of dust.  Gone!  Result: the hairdryer operated as good as new.

I walk by the refrigerator.  A yellow indicator light draws my attention and I squint to read the information.  “Clean coils!”  What?  More dust and more havoc to deal with?  On my knees, then flattened on my side, I shine the flashlight into a place no one ought to have to look.  Horrors!  Globs of dust everywhere.

Now where do I find a brush narrow enough and long enough to clean out those coils?  And how important is this task?  I use the longest brush cleaner I have; I even stick a wood lefse turner into the dark reaches, hoping I’ll gather up some dust.  I bring out globs of the stuff, but more remains, unreachable.  Yet, the indicator light goes out.  Success!

Later I think: I should have turned off the power on the refrigerator while I dug around those dark places.  I won’t forget to add that safety feature next time.

Here’s the thing.  Our kitchen refrigerator has stood in place for about 20 years.  We ‘owned’ it when we bought the house in 2000.  I swear, no one has ever cleaned those coils.  Did you know there’s a pan for collecting water down there?  How gross does yours look compared to mine?

Worse, we brought a very old refrigerator to this house to provide coolness to my chardonnay wine collection.  Forty years of chill-time?  Have I ever cleaned its coils?  Of course not!  But now I’m thinking I better, even if I don’t want to. 

Lesson to self:  One obstruction leads to another.

Question for my readers: What else have we forgotten to clean out after all these years?


Speaking of obstructions, every character in FEAR LAND confronts a barrier to their happiness.  If these people don’t solve their problems, anxiety, instead of joy, will take over their lives.  Watch how a soldier, a psychiatrist and a boy deal with trauma in this suspense novel, spiked with romance!

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Friday, June 10, 2016

The Amazing, Ever-Expanding Spectrum of Genres by Rolynn Anderson

I thought I was a limber writer, moving among the suspense, mystery and thriller genres, usually setting my novels in modern times.   Some of my stories come with a touch of paranormal, so pedestrian and not far-fetched, I call them ‘normal paranormal.’   I always thought I was an eclectic reader as well…until I read the list of plots Carina Press was looking for.  Wow!  I’m amazed at what the readers are craving…and how inept I’d be at writing most of the following ‘types’ of books! 

So I ask you, which of the following genres (quoted directly from Carina Press) would you read, and how many could/would you write?

“Although we (Carina Press) remain open to all submissions that meet our guidelines, we’re looking to acquire full- and novella-length manuscripts in these 6 subgenres in particular. This call is open-ended; there’s no closing date or submission deadline:
1.       Paranormals and urban fantasy: Other publishers are saying no to paranormals—not us! While we’ll consider manuscripts across the genre, here are some things we’re seeking in particular: great sexual tension, high heat levels, male/male protagonists, series featuring shifters, unique twist on old paranormal tropes and elements, band of brother/alpha heroes, paranormal with suspense elements, and stories that delve into clan politics.
2.       Male/male romance: Though we acquire across LGBTQ, we have the most success with male/male. Right now we’re especially interested in paranormal, sexy contemporary/erotic, stepbrother romance, romances that tackle unlikely pairings or more “taboo” subjects, suspense/mystery, and scifi/fantasy series.
3.       Sexy sci fi romance: We’re looking for the fun, the unusual, the sexy, the silly, and even the over-the-top. Maybe the hero or heroine is an alien—a true alien. Or maybe it’s set on different worlds, has a Firefly-esque space opera feel, or features space pirates or space cowboys.
4.       Erotic romance: We’d like to sign someone who can write a series that’s extremely erotic (maybe even filthy). We’d love to see ménage or more, BDSM that’s not set in a club, darker erotic romance and…there’s that word taboo again.
5.       Capers, heists, jewel thieves, etc. Books, characters and setups that are sexy and possibly cross-genre. You could have an anti-hero (or heroine), or maybe hero/heroine are on opposite sides, or maybe they’re both thieves, moving from friends to lovers. Give us fast-paced adventure and a fun duo facing off or teaming up!
6.       Cowboys and contemporary westerns. We’re looking to add to our list! There are so many possibilities here— give it a unique twist, make it a foreign locale. Or it can be high tension, high stakes American-set contemporary cowboy romance.”
As you ponder what you’d read and/or write from the list above, here’s my latest novel, FEAR LAND, a romantic suspense, slightly paranormal ;-)...and finalist for a Rone Award.  Yippee!  

“Rolynn Anderson’s writing is tight and stays on point, always following the plot through
to the nail-biting climax.” –Melissa Snark

FEAR LAND
Tally hates to hear rants from people’s brains.  What does she do when those mind-screams threaten the man she loves?
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Tally Rosella, an acclaimed psychiatrist who helps children fraught with anxiety, avoids adults because their brains rant at her.  But the chance to start a second child study and connect her findings to PTSD, sets her squarely among devious colleagues at a big California university.

Army Major Cole Messer, Tally’s new neighbor, won’t admit that trauma from combat tours in Afghanistan, destroyed his marriage and hampered his ability to lead.  As a teacher of college ROTC and single parent, he’s focused on enrolling his highly anxious son in Tally’s study and getting back to active duty.

Someone is dead set against Tally’s presence at the university, and blowback from her battles with co-workers put Cole and his son in jeopardy.  Watch what happens when people struggling with shades of anxiety collide with corrupt, revengeful foes.




Wednesday, February 27, 2013

How Grandmas Show Love

By Vonnie Davis ~
Our Brenda is anxiously waiting the arrival of her first grandchild--and we are all eager for her birth announcement. I'm the grandmother of six, ranging in age from thirteen to twenty-four--a wonderment since I'm only twenty-nine.

Mention the word "grandma" and a stereotypical grey-haired lady often comes to mind. But we all know this is not necessarily so. Many grandmas are young, vibrant and active. Yes, we still bake cookies. We still play wordgames late into the night when the grandkids are over. My grandkids expect all-night James Bond marathons when they come to visit, complete with homemade pizzas and popcorn. But in today's world grandmas also text and tweet and post on facebook.

My grandchildren live in Indiana and Maryland, while Calvin and I reside in southern Virginia. I keep in touch via social media and the grandkids think it's cool I know this stuff. Of course, they also use it to their advantage from time-to-time. Take my fifteen-year-old grandson who sent me a text Monday evening: I love u, G-ma. I mean I rlly love u, BTW I got all A's this marking pd. How's that for being "hit up" for his reward? You see, I started the tradition years ago: A straight "A" report card is worth a hundred dollars. Kids, they never forget.
One of my granddaughters is a college freshman. She posts a gazillion pictures on facebook. Here's one of her "studying" with her friends. She's the one in yellow. If she sees I'm online, she instant messages. The night she had her heart broken, we texted for hours as she poured out her heart in teenage angst. "But grandma, I loooooove him soooooo much!!!!!!!!" I'm thinking she has a heavy-duty exclaimation point on the laptop I bought her. Of course I was concerned, texting and IM'ing her everyday for several weeks. I sent her care packages and a big cuddly baboon with a sign hanging around his neck: "Mr. Right".
 
They know I'm a sucker for books and often email me with a book wish list. Yup, like most grandmas, I'm a softie where they're concerned. They know a few days after they hit SEND on that email, a package from Amazon will arrive.
 
I miss them. I've missed a lot of their lives living as far away as we do. Still, like most grandparents, we travel to see them in many of their activities--dance recitals, baseball and football games, bowling tournaments and wrestling meets. Graduations from high school and Army Basic Training. Sure there are the traditional letters and goofy cards, but more and more we rely on social media to keep in touch. And, surprisingly, it seems more personal. Who would have thought? When my grandson was in Afghanistan, we emailed and texted almost daily. Josh needed a few words from me and I needed to know he was okay. When two of his buddies were killed in front of him, I was the one of the first people he contacted with a long, rambling email.
 
Every grandma has her own way of showing love. The important thing is that we DO. We add an extra layer of security and unconditional love to their lives.