Books by Melissa Bowersock

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Valentine's Day Sale

Love is in the air. In honor of Valentine's Day, it's time again to put those romances on sale.  I've got something for everyone: contemporary, historical, cuddly, sizzling and hilarious. Take your pick for only 99 cents each through February 14th. 



Historical (Western) Romance


Married and widowed within a 24-hour period, beautiful Leigh Banning watches as her storybook New Orleans life crumbles away piece by piece. In a heartbroken attempt to start over, she travels to the wilds of frontier Arizona in an effort to understand the father she never knew and is rewarded with gold from the legendary Lost Dutchman gold mine in the Superstition Mountains. The gold comes with a price tag, however—the murder of innocent people. Leigh’s quest for justice leads her to a remote Apache camp in the company of a proud Pima Indian and a handsome cavalry officer. Torn between the fiery kisses of the Major and the respectful love of the Pima, Leigh joins forces with the Apaches to battle gold-hungry killers and in the process discovers her true self and her one true love. (Sensual)


Historical (Western) Romance

The daughter of a white woman and an Indian warrior, "Gray Feather" Catherine Boudry had spent the first thirteen years of her life among the Cheyenne. Wrested from her home and taken to her mother's wealthy parents, Cathy grew into womanhood surrounded by all the civilized comforts of the white man's world. But at the age of twenty, the lure of her Indian heritage drew her back to the western plains. It was a journey that would awaken her to the joy and agony of passion in the arms of two very different men — Jory, the rough mountain man, and Barred Owl, the Cheyenne brave to whom she had been pledged in marriage long ago. (Sensual)

Contemporary Romance
Elly Cole wakes up bruised and battered in a hospital-and has no idea who she is or how she got there. Her brooding giant of a husband informs her that she had been fleeing with her lover who was killed in the car accident that left her injured, that she is pregnant with that lover's child and that she has nowhere else to go but home-with him. Struggling against the threat of her husband's dangerous rage and jealousy, Elly strives to regain her memory and reconstruct the life she left behind, wondering how she could ever have loved this man who hates her. (Sweet) FREE with Kindle Unlimited!



Contemporary Romance
Jessie Evans is a free-lance journalist, emphasis on the "free," with no plans to tie herself down. While researching a story in Flagstaff about Indian influences in Arizona, however, she encounters Lucas Shay, a smoldering paradox who is part Indian, part architect and all man. Whether igniting her temper with his arrogance or challenging her beliefs with his laser-like insight, Jessie can't deny that Lucas sets fire to her soul as well. (Sizzling)

Satire
Young, nubile Elizabeth Montgomery is too beautiful for her own good. Accosted by lust-struck males every time she appears in public, she is profoundly grateful when sea captain Benjamin Elliott saves her from a would-be ravisher. Her gratitude, however, turns to shock when Elliott himself seduces her and ruins her chances for an honorable marriage. Sealed to the man in an arranged marriage, Elizabeth rides the surging tide of shock and denial, lust and love, as she is swept from the manicured gardens of England to the savage shores of Africa and the wilds of the New World, never quite sure which Captain Elliott is the man she loves. Caution--this over-the-top satire is NOT your mother's romance novel! (Graphic and irreverent - not for the faint of heart)

If you haven't sampled these books before, now is the time. I think you'll like them. I certainly do! They're on sale through Valentine's Day, February 14th, so don't wait! Get yours today!

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Recalculating ...

I was recently asked to beta-read the first chapter of a new book. I understood going in that this was a rough draft, so I wasn’t really expecting perfection, but it had several glitches that got me thinking about GPS.

Huh?

Okay, bear with me.

I’ve rewritten and paraphrased some of what I read, but here’s the gist of it.
Ramrod stepped out of his spotless 2014 black Hummer and surveyed his new purchase. The concrete and steel condo rose up in front of him, its austere sense of security distinctly satisfying to him. This was the perfect place for him to pursue his obsession: flower-arranging. Except for his collection of Samurai swords, nothing gave him more pleasure than the delicate, meditative hobby he had practiced in secret for over 20 years. It would now be the secure base for his work, and no one would ever know about his alter-ego.
As we read, we generally find that the writing steers us in certain directions. One sentence leads to the next; each sentence builds on the one before to create a fluid forward motion. But with this sample, I found myself stutter-stepping backward and forward over and over, having to re-read and refigure what the author was trying to say.

It reminded me of a GPS unit that is constantly saying, “Recalculating.”


Here’s the process I went through:

Ramrod stepped out of his spotless 2014 black Hummer (lots of detail here—must be an important item) and surveyed his new purchase (the Hummer). The concrete and steel condo (oh, wait—recalculating. It’s not the Hummer that’s the new purchase, it’s the condo. Okay, got it.) rose up in front of him, its austere sense of security distinctly satisfying to him. This was the perfect place for him to pursue his obsession: flower-arranging. Except for his collection of Samurai swords, nothing gave him more pleasure than the delicate, meditative hobby he had practiced in secret for over 20 years. It would now be the secure base for his work (Recalculating—the last important noun was the hobby; but apparently It is referring back to the condo.), and no one would ever know about his alter-ego.

Reading a story should not require that much effort. As a writer, I believe my job is to lay down a nice, smooth highway that is paved with words, and my reader should be able to zoom down that highway in their readingmobile without so much as a pebble in the way. Any obstruction in the road, any detour in the story stops the reader and forces them to recalculate—to go back and try to figure out what, exactly, the writer is trying to say. Not only has the reader been knocked off that nice new highway, but now they actually have to go back and see what the problem was and even repair it—rewording the errant sentence or at least understanding it in a different context—before they can continue on so the story will make sense. After hitting two or three or five potholes like that, the reader is probably not going to be so keen on making this trip after all.

They may just take the next offramp and go find a smoother story road.



Originally published by Indies Unlimited on July 24, 2013

Saturday, January 3, 2015

The Blank Page

Happy New Year! I love New Years. I love the feeling of resetting, starting from zero, nothing behind me but memories, everything in front of me. Everything is possible. Anything is possible. The world is wide open.

It's like starting a new book. I know some authors are intimidated by that startlingly white, blank sheet of paper. Not me. I love it.  It's so receptive, just waiting for my words. The only limits are the edges of the paper; beyond that, it will take anything I put on it. There are no judgments, no rules, no restrictions or restraints. 


What shall I do with that blank sheet of paper? Start a new novel? Keep working on my current WIP? Start a new photography blog for the local newspaper? Start blocking out a photography book? The possibilities are endless, bounded only by my imagination and that niggling thing called time. But the good news is that I have no deadlines. If I don't get it done today, there is tomorrow, and beyond that, the days after. 

Endless. Boundless. Open. Leading me into the future.

What direction will YOU go?

Happy New Year!