To Be (someone else) or Not to Be
There’s so much buzz going on, I can barely keep up!
I hadn’t seen Jenna Jones since I was a lifeguard and she at that awkward age between a kid and a woman. I should’ve known I was in trouble when my suspect glared at me with those big green eyes. And later? Holy hell, I wasn’t prepared for that kind of sweet seduction. Now I’m totally screwed, undone by a stunning genius and her dangerous code.
Time is running out for Detective O’Brien. Is there really some evil nemesis from Jenna’s past behind these acts of terrorism or is she completely delusional?
HEA guaranteed along with a healthy dose of adult content.
Detective Colin O’Brien? Let’s just say he’s my dream guy. He can tell what you’re feeling by reading the tiny tics in your expression. An alpha male, he takes charge and is not intimidated by a brilliant woman. However, under that tough exterior, he’s wounded from a really bad first marriage. It’s so rotten he hasn’t wanted to talk about it. Don’t worry. I’ll get it out of him in my next book.
I love Megan, AKA Jenna Jones. I guess there’s a lot of me in her. I was heavy as a kid, but she’s a lot smarter and richer.
LOL. I also have a tendency to mix metaphors and can be slow at telling what people are really saying. Under it all, my feelings are hurt easily and more than anything, I want people to like me but I hide it well.
My altar ego has a day job. She writes software and technically manages multi-million dollar projects. My company is on the leading edge of everything to do with speech. It isn’t that much of a reach to know where software is heading.
Jason, the story’s artificial app, is a mere stone’s throw into the future. Because it can code itself, it has unlimited potential. But just like a human, it needs to weigh out the junk from the real when it searches the internet. Sometimes it works and sometimes, well, let’s just say that can be bad.
Are you interested in more stories with this couple? I have so many ideas… What if Jason finds out there’s a plot to kill the president. What if the CIA is involved? Who would believe an AI application?
I think Colin and Jenna have a rocky road ahead of them. Two people so dissimilar are bound to have a lot of fights. Don’t worry though, I’m sure they’ll find their HEA… hee hee, eventually.
LOL! One of my dearest writer friends set me straight yesterday. I was feeling a bit down. I know this latest book is one of my best and the cover is awesome so what was I doing wrong?
She suggested I emphasize the sex. The story is secondary.
Okay then. Here is my latest attempt at ‘How to write a blurb’
Let me know what you think.
“Great read! I really enjoyed this suspenseful, erotic romance by Stella! I’ve read all her other books and loved each one. Can’t wait to read more contemporary romance by this author. Well done!”
I’d tried to be gentle. Hadn’t I watched her every sweet expression, made her explode and scream out my name? More than once? But then again, there was that one moment, right as I entered, where her body had stiffened.
“Do you want me to go?” I hold my breath, awkwardly leaning against the door frame while she puts our leftovers in the microwave as if we just hadn’t had mind-blowing sex.
“No.” She says it so quietly I can barely make it out.
My gut wrenches. Somehow, I’d made her feel bad.
Escaping my self-made exile, I walk across the room, wrap her into my arms and whisper in her ear, “Did I hurt you?”
She twists around in a flash. “No, no. I just don’t want you to think… Oh, I don’t know what to say. I’ve never ever done something like this before.”
She’s telling the truth and Neanderthal-man is thrilled but there’s a twisting in my gut that I haven’t felt for years. Meggie is obviously one of those good girls. The kind that save themselves for marriage. So why did she come on so strong?
And more importantly, why did I respond?
It’s 2017 and I am determined to share more of who I am and what it’s like to be me.
I’m a writer stuck in the body of a software architect. I read somewhere I should always introduce myself as a writer.
Let’s see how that pans out.
“Hi, I’m Stella Marie Alden, Best Selling Romance Author”
“Hi, I’m Susan Hammond, I work for Nuance. The company that makes Siri? Those phone programs that talk to you? Press one for one. Two for three? Or you can press operator, but no one competent will help you so best to stay with the automated system.”
I shouldn’t joke, that’s what pays my bills.
But sometimes, when I am in my day job, it doesn’t feel real. What feels real are the stories in my head. And there’s always stories. Even though I choose just one to focus on, there’re many clamoring in my brain.
People always ask me, where do your stories come from?
I say, how the hell do you guys shut them down?
I mean, how can you just watch people ahead of you in the grocery store, and NOT make up their life’s story? The handsome young man with potato chips, frozen meals, and razor blades. No ring on his finger, a cute dimple, nice leather jacket. Was he married? Did he leave a relationship?
What about the woman who’s dressed in high heels, designer jeans, diamonds? And buys Suave shampoo, hamburgers, and pita bread. Who’s she trying to impress?
It goes on and on. Because once I have the character, there’s no turning back. They live in my head, fermenting, waiting for me to say, “What should I write next?”
Me! Me! Me! They clamor.
I just wanted to say hi and thank GOD last week is over. I won’t go into details but suffice it to say I had enough bad luck piled into one week that I probably will only have good for many weeks to come.
Needless to say it’s nothing like the week that Jenna Jones has in my latest book, Dangerous Code.
First three chapters are on Instafreebie, if you’d like to start now.
It’s 5:30AM and as always I am up and writing! I had to pause today to send an Amazon gift card to my daughter Sarah, in Italy. Her birthday is March 30th. Last week we visited my other daughter, in Queens. I love how diverse they are and yet, in ways. very similar.
My husband finished my taxes for last year and woo hoo! I actually made money as a writer!!! My goal is to double my income every year… starting this year (ah.. I don’t want to double a negative number, right?) Anyhow, I have high hopes!
In April, BookBub has agreed to a promotion of ‘How to Seduce a Queen,’ perhaps one of my favorite books! Soul Mates is asking for me to write another Medieval. I would love to bring back Marcus and Ann. I’m thinking they’ll be quite different when their kids become rebellious teenagers. And as king Edward ages, he becomes more difficult to stay allied with. Surely there’s a tale to be told.
So many stories dancing in my head, so little time.
Dangerous Code is just the beginning of the crime solving trio of Dr. Jones, her AI unit, and Detective O’Brien.
So, bye for now.. I have to get writing!
I’ve had so much success with my first three chapters on Instafreebie, (over 100 downloads a day), that I’m releasing my latest book a full week early.
This thriller-romance is a rewrite of my very first novel from about four years ago. The original story hasn’t changed much but thank God my writing has improved since then.
What’s truly amazing is how my story might’ve seemed like sci-fi back then but now is not! I also have to say, it’s fun to speak like a New Yorker from Brooklyn. I lived there in my twenties and worked in Manhattan.
I like this crime solving trio so much, you can be sure you will be hearing more from Jones, O’Brien, and JASON.
I can’t believe there’s two feet of snow on the ground and Spring is right around the corner.
I only have a moment to write a few thoughts.
Of course, I’m thinking about my release day for Dangerous Code. Early reviewers are liking it a lot.
And I’m trying to remember my only Irish ancestor.
Unlike those that came in the 1800’s mine was here almost a century earlier. He lived in Vermont, a wealthy landowner.
She was very young French girl, an indentured servant who had come to the new world with nothing but hope. There is no record of the French girl after she leaves Vermont. I suspect she changed her name and started over. A young unmarried woman in the colonies would be unwelcome in all but a brothel.
I feel for her, poor dear.
Her Vermont family must have loved her very much because when she ran off, they treated the resulting babe, my great, great, great, as their own.
Would the Irishman have provided for the child? No one knows because he was found face down in flooded waters the very next spring.
If the bastard raped the young woman, good on him for ending up dead.
I would rewrite history. Our heroine finds another Irishman, a kind man with a gentle smile, who has need of someone to take care of his two children…
Of course they fall in love and have the mandatory HEA.
I am Gemini. A twin. Two people in one. A strange and odd mix.
At work, I am an extrovert; a cog in a huge cube farm where my job is to make order out of chaos. I am an interface between developers and conglomerates. If I don’t get a project into the hands of a client in the time promised by sales, my company could lose millions.
However, I am happiest curled up with a book under a thick down comforter or in front of the fire. I think I started to write because I couldn’t find enough novels that I wanted to read.
I like an occasional domineering male with a wimpy virgin, but not always. I like a regency romance with a dashingly dark duke and debutante but it’s like always eating maple walnut ice cream. Which, by the way, is yummy.
Sometimes, I want another flavor.
I have to admit, I love when a gorgeous genius with a clever mind attracts the hero.
A man who’s not intimidated by a keen mind with a bold spirit is the alpha I need. I met him in my latest book, Dangerous Code.
Detective Colin O’Brien is street smart and able to detect a lie a mile away.
Our heroine, however, can’t read people worth a damn.
Its a fun match.
I spoke with a fan on Facebook yesterday who read the Beta copy and she loved the interaction between the two. She says her daughter is similar to the heroine. If you ask for an opinion, brace for impact. She also said it was awesome to speak to a writer who understands that personality type and how good my book made her feel.
Doing the happy dance.
She asked me where I got my idea. Usually the stuff in my head is pure imagination but I thought real hard. I got 99% on my SAT scores, I am overly-opinionated, and blind to many facial expressions.
In this case, maybe I do have a clue.