"If you are looking for a series that keeps you on the edge, wondering what will happen next, wondering how an author created a jaw-dropping, heart-stopping book. Then look no further. Genie has created that with this series." --Bunnies Review

Sunday, April 8, 2012

SUNDAY DINNER AT TALLIE'S

Sometimes dinner conversation at the O'Shea's is as spirited as the pre-dinner games. Let's eavesdrop on one of their Sunday discussions ...

** "Patrick, will you say grace, please?" Tallie asked. 

The quiet lasted only until Patrick, also known as my-brother-the-priest, said "Amen," then the noise level resumed. 

"Were you involved in the hostage case yesterday, Collin?" 

Collin nodded. "The guy strapped a homemade bomb to his ex-wife. The sniper team took out the perp and Grady disarmed the bomb." 

"Any more arson fires in public toilets, Jer?" 

"Not since the guy got trapped in a portable bathroom," Jeremiah said. "The chemicals he was using to start fires exploded all over him along with the, um, contents of the comfort room." 

Laughter followed his comment. 

"Couldn't you boys have gone into safer careers?" Tallie asked. "Perhaps be attorneys like CJ?" 

The brothers rolled their eyes. "You didn't tell her about the near riot over the pornography case?" 

"Rubber bullets and no jail time," CJ responded. "Wasn't worth mentioning." 

"How about you, Marly?" Tallie forced a smile and turned to her daughter. "How are your cases going?" 

"The kids staying with their families outnumber those going into foster care."  

"You see?" Tallie said. "Some good news. Did that baby go home yet?" 

"We're still looking for the birth mother in the Midassen case." 

"The cops have already closed the criminal case. What's taking you so long?" Collin teased. 

"Mother Nature helped out by burying the perp in an avalanche. On the other hand, I was waiting for Deputy Browning to solve the case of the missing gorilla suit for some assistance in pursuing the best lead on the mother."  **

** Excerpt from PICTURE PERFECT LEGACY, copyright Genie Gabriel

Friday, April 6, 2012

PLEASE JOIN ME AT FRIDAY FIRSTS BLOG

Today, I'm blogging at Friday Firsts, Rebecca J. Clark's blog.

I share the first five sentences of the first book of my LEGACY series, PICTURE PERFECT LEGACY,  as well as what happened to the first manuscript I wrote, the first thing I'd do on a "free" afternoon, and the first thing I'd buy if I won the lottery.

Hope you can join the fun!

Thursday, April 5, 2012

PLEASE WELCOME DANIJO AVIA!

Today, I'm so pleased to welcome DaniJo Avia! As we have exchanged e-mails, I feel I have gotten to know DaniJo a bit better. I love her enthusiasm in writing THE DESTINY series. "Friends and family… people you want to know and love to call your friends," she says about the series. 


So settle in, find out more about DaniJo and her books, and ask questions if you have them!


BIO FOR DANIJO AVIA

Reflecting back on my life I realize that I’ve always expressed my creativity in writing. Be it poems, songs or short stories. Somehow, as I grew up I left that creative expression behind.

I left Corporate America in part because I needed to find and express my creative voice. Several years before I left, I found that a change had come over me as I formulated and crafted memos. I began to focus on hearing what needed to be said, on communication rather than dictating. As I explored this new way of writing, I found that I was required to leave the mechanics of spelling and formatting behind to focus on the message that needed to be communicated, even when the message wasn’t clearly communicated to me. I have discovered that the training I received by embracing this new style of crafting a memo has proven invaluable in rediscovering and developing my creative voice.

It’s taken all this time for me to move out of the mold that working for a Fortune 500 Company conformed me into. To hear something different than business and to write what I hear. While I loved my job and the company I worked for, I’ve found that I am happiest moving in a natural work rhythm; listening, hearing, deciding, acting. Moving forward without the pressure to conform into someone else’s image of me.

For a variety of reasons my husband and I have chosen for my novels to be written under a pen name. I love the name I was given at birth, and if you know anything about me, you know names and their meanings are important to me. So you know that DaniJo Avia was selected with a great deal of care and thought.

Beyond that – I am a Life Coach (specializing in Personal Coaching, Executive Coaching and Divine Purpose Coaching). I am the wife of an amazing man; we have no children but have collected many friends and acquaintances over the years. We live in the country in the Greater Seattle area with our dog. Among other things we both love to travel, read and watch movies.


ABOUT THE DESTINY SERIES
What is the name of your series of books? How many books are in the series? 
The Destiny Series. At this point books one and two are published, working on LEGACY (book three) and CRUSHED (book four). Not sure how many books there will be in the series but a fifth is stewing on the back burner…

What's the genre/subgenre of your series? 
Contemporary Romance.

What is the premise your series? What ties it together? Are the characters related, have the same career, live in the same town, etc.?
Friends and family… people you want to know and love to call your friends. People whose lives you like to be involved in. Each book follows our friends as they address issues we each face in life, and the choices they make.

Why write a series? What are the pros and cons? 
Does it count if I say that I never planned it this way??? It just kind of happened? All of the books stand alone, but what I am finding, at least with the first three, is that more of the backstories of the three couples are revealed as the series progresses.

What's your next project? Is there another series in your writing future? 
Let me finish with the Destiny series and then see what begs to be put on paper… But to be honest with you, my favorite books have always been those that invite me back, not just because of the story, but because I get to visit with my friends, even if they aren’t front and center… so.. kinda thinking I like the whole series thing… we’ll see…

Any contests or giveaways related to this blog post or that you are running?
Marketing… need to turn my brain that direction… but honestly… just too into writing at the moment… watch my blog for updates: www.DaniJoAvia.com  or Like me on Facebook!

Any other information you would like to add?
Ummm… questions anyone???


EXCERPT
From Discovery – Book Two of the Destiny Series:



North Shore, Oahu, Hawaii

Two weeks from today….

Prequel

Katie breathed deeply of the fresh sea air. Luxuriating in the moist air, once again thankful to be out of the aired air of Egypt. 

Stroking deeply, she propelled herself and her surfboard after Peter. Greg already knew how to surf, but they had hired the instructor for the day for her benefit.  While Greg could have taught her, he had never surfed in Hawaii and preferred someone with local experience to guide them.

Before striking out to sea, they had decided that this was their last run. They had been able to talk Peter into this more advanced area – more because of Greg’s abilities than her own, she thought. Though, to be fair, she had impressed herself.

Peter pulled up and turned his board to face the beach, as she did the same. Sitting up, she lifted her face toward the clear blue sky and the lowering sun. Again, breathing deeply of moist air she mentally thanked her cousin for giving her the excuse to travel to Hawaii.

Opening her eyes, she shifted her gaze to Greg, floating on a board beside her, positioned slightly ahead of her and to her left. He caught her eye and the smile that had been on his face transformed into a grin.

She wasn’t close enough to see his gray eyes, but she knew they would be sparkling with happiness. They had been all day.

Greg signaled that the next wave was coming and that he was going to catch it. Katie looked over her shoulder and started to catch the wave as well, but as Greg sprang up on his board, she decided to drop out and watch him instead, admiring his athletic grace as he rode the wave toward the beach.

She wasn’t surprised that Peter dropped out as well; had expected it actually. He’d been dogging her all day, watching out for her. Far from being upset that she’d been singled out, she felt a freedom in his careful oversight of her.

Earlier, Greg had told her that if Peter had been applying for one of his trainer positions, he would have hired him on the spot. Peter had every characteristic Greg looked for in a trainer. The least of which was having the ability to teach.

Greg was always careful of her and was always very aware of her. The fact that he was willing to allow Peter to supervise her lessons and her safety spoke volumes to Katie about his confidence in Peter.

It also told her much about Greg and how he ran his business.

Watching him interact with Peter, she knew that he valued Peter’s experience and teaching style. Greg didn’t try to take over, and that told her that he did not micromanage his trainers but empowered them to connect with their clients to teach them in whatever manner best suited the client.
Peter’s whoop of approval at Greg’s ride snapped her back to the present. Pumping her hands high over her head, she cheered Greg’s ride as well.

Still sounding like the cheering section at the World Cup, she turned and shared her joy with Peter. It was difficult to communicate across the distance between them, but a sense of camaraderie that had been absent from her life for far to long had developed between the three of them. She knew he was just as pleased with Greg’s ride as she was.

Turning her attention back to the beach, she could see that Greg had planted his board in the sand and now stood looking out at her, obviously impatient for her to join him. And suddenly, she was just as impatient to get to him.

Focusing on the waves behind her, she saw a gentle swell rising. Perfect! She signaled Peter. As he nodded his approval, she flipped onto her stomach and began pulling herself through the water with powerful, quick strokes. The day’s lessons and advice playing over and over in her head.

Feeling the wave gather beneath her, she sprang to her feet, concentrating on the board beneath her, on the way it moved, how she was balanced.

The blue-green water flashed by her and the late afternoon sun gilded and defined the blown glass edges of the swell beginning to rise above her. It was a beautiful wall of living color.
                                                         
She watched, mesmerized, as the sharp edges of the wave softened and then turned to foam, edging the wave with intricate fringe. The white melded into a deep seafoam green, reminding her of liquid mercury, alive and moving.

The sun shone through the center of the wave, creating a horizontal band of molten gold which made her catch her breath in awe. The wave was lit from within, light bouncing back and forth across its surface.

Beneath the band of light, the color blended from gold to the impossible green that candy makers use to entice their patrons, then to a blue they also envied but could never copy exactly. The blue gave way to the flatter portion of the wave where it reflected back the gold, breaking it up with glints of a deep jade green.

Suddenly, her board was gone, no longer beneath her feet, no longer supporting her. Before she could even breathe, she found herself falling forward into water that was a foreboding blue, devoid of all light. 

From far away she heard Peter shout her name. Then the ocean opened up and the dark tumbling water pulled her down into its murky depths.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

AUTHOR NOTES

Time continues to fly by! It's April. Spring is supposed to be here. And I just realized Easter is less than a week away. 

April also means the first book of my LEGACY series has been out a month, and the release of the second book is less than a month away. Time has been a blur of writing, editing, promoting, cuddling with my doggies, saying hi to the grandkids, and starting all over again. 

I've also met some wonderful people online--commenters from my first blog tour and being a guest of other authors, blog hosts, and sites that focus on romance books.

And I'm delighted to have other authors come to my LEGACY blog as guests every Thursday this month. Dr. Veronica Esagui started off this new feature last Thursday, and DaniJo Avia will be here on April 5. I so much appreciate authors taking time from their busy schedules to share their thoughts and books. 

Whatever season it is where you are, may you always have a good book to read!

Monday, April 2, 2012

COPS AND CROOKS; CRIME AND PUNISHMENT…

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MONDAYS CAN BE CHALLENGING...

DAWSON FACES SEVEN CHALLENGES FROM MARLY'S SEVEN BROTHERS
Challenge #4 from Grady


Brother Grady came up with what he thought was a challenge Dawson couldn't win. However, Grady's trick backfired.

** "Ever ridden a dirt bike?" Grady looked up from where he puttered with a motorcycle. 

Dawson shrugged. He figured another challenge was coming. "What kid hasn't?"  

"Want to test ride this one? There's a track a few miles from here around the old gold 
dredge." 

"Sure. I have an hour or so before Claudia is expected back."  
Dawson called dispatch and told them he would be out of touch for awhile, then helped load a couple dirt bikes into the back of Grady's pick-up.  

The "track" consisted of dirt paths criss-crossing around and over the tailings of an abandoned dredge. During Oregon's gold rush days in the early the 1900s, the giant, dinosaur-looking machine had chewed up the ground looking for gold. It spit the tailings out behind, leaving heaps of rocks six to eight feet high and twice as wide, which now sprouted tufts of grass. Around the two-story, wooden hull of the dredge, sunk like a beached houseboat in a small pond, weeds and shrubs sprouted in tangled profusion.  

"About a mile of track circles the dredge." Grady waved his arm in a circular motion. "Three times around, then switch direction and make another three laps." 

"What's the wager?" 

Grady grinned. "Win the race and I'll consider my challenge for the honor of marriage to my sister complete."  
"Fair enough." 

The two men straddled the bikes and kick-started them. They strapped on helmets and Grady tapped the timer on his watch. Dawson nodded he was ready and Grady dropped his hand as a signal to go.  

The first quarter mile of track rolled smoothly over the dirt trail with only a few low heaps of tailings. A sharp jog to the left to avoid a wooden sluice box provided the first surprise. Grady's laughter taunted Dawson as he overcorrected and fell behind the other man.  

Determined to make up the few seconds he had lost, Dawson goosed the gas. The engine sputtered and died.  

"Damn," Dawson muttered. He kicked the starter pedal once, twice, three times to no avail as Grady's plume of dust drew farther and farther ahead.  

Dawson knew the engine was flooded and the best plan would be to wait it out. However, in his impatience, he gave the starter another kick, and the engine caught. Dawson twisted the throttle wide open, churning up dirt as he popped a wheelie and roared down the track toward where Grady had disappeared.  

As he rounded the dredge, Dawson caught sight of Grady just passing the starting line. The other man made the mistake of looking back at Dawson, missed a turn and slid the 
bike on its side. 

Dawson didn't bother to suppress a smile as he closed the gap between them. Halfway through the second lap, Dawson trailed Grady by only a tire's length. On the third lap, Dawson passed the other man and spurted out front.  

Dawson slid in a circle near the starting point to turn around and finish the race with three laps in the opposite direction. He expected to see Grady close to his tailpipe.  

But the other man was nowhere in sight. 

Puzzled, Dawson started back around the track, still watching for Grady. After one lap with no sign of him, Dawson suspected a trick.  

However, on Dawson's next lap with still no sign of Grady, he began to worry.  

On the final lap around, Dawson rode slowly, looking for signs of Grady and the other motorcycle. With no luck.  

Dawson cut the motorcycle's engine and listened. Nothing disturbed nature's normal sounds of life.  

"Grady?" Dawson's shout echoed up and down the creek bed. 

Only a metallic scraping answered.  

Dawson's gaze swung toward the old dredge--the only metal nearby. Why would Grady go into that rusty, rotting hulk? And where was the motorcycle?  **

**Excerpt from PICTURE PERFECT LEGACY, copyright Genie Gabriel

Sunday, April 1, 2012

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