Blogmas, Day 16: Guest on “As The Page Turns” (#blogmas) for Deja Vu Book Tour

We’re back on track with the book tour for Deja Vu at the Blue Diamond Saloon and today finds me as a guest on “As the Page Turns.” How fun is that?

I must confess, as this is my first Blogmas, I started to worry that I wasn’t focusing on Christmas exactly the way Blogmas may be intentioned. But I can’t think of a better way to celebrate the anticipation of Christmas than hanging out with other bloggers and book lovers, sharing my love for writing and reading. Of course, I hope that you’ll find one of my books that interests you, maybe for yourself or as a gift for somebody else. I’d love to hear from you to see what you thought.

See you on the next stop!

Blogmas, Day 15: The Tom Jones Club Peek (#blogmas #lasvegas)

The Tom Jones Club Excerpt:

Chapter 1

Italian wine drinkers:
Sexy (40 percent) and stylish (37 percent)

 “Viva Las Vegas” reverberated through Lucky Stryker’s head as she buckled her First Class seat belt on the Paris to Las Vegas flight with a brief stop in Orlando.

An attractive, but boring-looking, off-the-rack, three-piece-suited businessman approached the aisle she was sitting in.

His path was blocked by the nerdy looking man one row behind her on the opposite side, taking all day stashing an over-flowing carry-on, a computer, and a backpack. The businessman was forced to lean into her.

“Excuse me,” he apologized, “I’ll be out of your way in just a moment… I hope.”

Lucky laughed. “No problem.” She couldn’t help but notice the way his ordinary suit pants outlined his perfect butt perfectly—even if butts weren’t her thing. As he turned toward her, he flashed that Cheshire-cat smile without saying a word. She was intrigued, noticing his sky-blue eyes crinkle as he did so. She was a sucker for a great smile on a man. There was a lot of talk these days about the butt, but for her, it was all about the smile and the eyes. She looked up to study his eyes, but when she turned her head to get a closer look, he swung into the seat behind her.

Small talk, small, talk, quick, think of some small talk. But then she was relieved of the pressure to initiate something witty when she felt his mouth brush against her ear. And then he said, “Going for business or pleasure?”

“Oh, a little bit of both.” She felt weak in the knees, even though she was sitting down.

“You gamble?” He asked it as if he was talking about something other than slot machines, craps or roulette.

The flight attendant took that moment to offer Lucky a glass of champagne. She accepted, but overheard him decline and ask for a glass of Sangiovese instead.

“Now where were we?” He was not to be deterred. She liked that in a man.

But before she had a chance to answer, a sultry brunette wearing a short, sparkly white dress approached his aisle, and muttered something about needing to squeeze in next to him. After all, his attention shifted to her—no wonder—he was drinking a glass of Sangiovese. Italian wine drinkers tended to be sexy and stylish. In this case, it seemed to say more about the kind of woman he was interested in than about any style he might  possess.

In comparison, she felt dowdy in her black leather skirt. Somehow it couldn’t compete with sparkly in Las Vegas. She’d have to keep this in mind when dressing for tomorrow’s business meeting.

Lucky settled back into her seat, relieved to have his attention elsewhere. She reached into her bag, and pulled out a novel she had picked up in the gift shop in Paris.

“My dear, excuse me, but can I ask you a question?”

She looked up to see an older, well-preserved woman dressed in all black—expensive capris with a sleeveless sweater revealing a substantial amount of cleavage. Lucky couldn’t help but notice her tanned legs leading to well-manicured toes surrounded by a pair of black rhinestone slides.

Now she didn’t usually notice these details on another woman unless she was her competition, so she was surprised by her reaction. But there this woman was, standing right next to her in the aisle, and she felt compelled to invite her to sit down.

“Is this your seat?” Without hesitation, she scooted right past Lucky and settled into the seat.

The flight attendant was mixing a drink in the row in front of them, so she turned to the woman and said, “How about a drink?” After so many years playing the hostess in the wine industry, she automatically put people at ease by offering them food or drink.

“Sure. I’ll have a pink gin fizz,” she said.

Lucky made eye contact with the attendant, indicating I’ll have another glass of champagne. The first leg of the flight—Paris to New York—had been long, but that was only the beginning. The next leg stopped in Orlando, where it seemed everybody who got on the plane had been at Disney World and had Mickey Mouse balloons, stuffed toys, and bags.

This woman was welcome company compared to who could have sat next to her.

Their drinks arrived, and the woman took a slow sip, put down her glass, and turned toward Lucky, which was a bit uncomfortable in the closeness of two airline seats, even if they were in First Class.

“What’s your question?” Directness was her specialty, a trait that wasn’t always received well. But while she was waiting for the woman to answer in the few seconds that passed, her mind raced back to the families she saw board the plane. There was something sweet and comforting about the way they were connected, the toys, the fun written all over their faces. It was something so basic and real, and she felt disturbed that she was responding this way.

“I heard you mention the Desert Sands. Are you by any means attending the Tom Jones Convention?”

“The what?”

“For the Tom Jones Club. You know who Tom Jones is, don’t you?” Oh, sure, she’d heard of Tom Jones, but a club and a convention?

“I’m assuming you mean the performer and not a fictional character, although when it comes to sexual escapades, it might be a toss-up between the two.”

“Yes, I see, you do know the man. Well,” she said in that throaty way last seen in Hollywood B movies of older women who smoke and drink and sleep around too much, “this is the Tom Jones Convention.” She gestured toward the pin on her sweater that somehow managed to escape Lucky’s perusal earlier. Maybe because it was black on black and blended in with her sweater. As she took a closer look, she noticed the pin was intertwined with a pendant with a picture of a young child. And Lucky recalled a similar picture from her childhood.

Lucky thought again to the families on the plane, the look of pride on the mother’s face as she held her little one’s small hand, and imagined what it would be like to have a child of her own. This was new to her, this thinking past the moment, of longing for children.

“Oh, there’s a convention? No, I’m here for a business meeting. Here to close a deal.” Lucky crossed her legs as she did whenever she was feeling rather proud of her business acumen.

It was an old habit, born out of necessity competing in a man’s world. What would she do without her identity as successful business woman once this deal was over and done? Was she over and done? Or was it just a chapter in her life closing? She took another sip of champagne.

“Oh, I see, you’re one of those women.” Her “BS” meter went off—clang clang—this was exactly why she didn’t warm up to most women.

“What does that mean, ‘one of those’?”

“Oh, you know, career women who don’t have time for men. I’m not implying you don’t sleep with them, but you don’t have time for a long-term commitment. You don’t see the value of having a man around. You’re self-sufficient.”

“So, tell me,” Lucky began, noticing this woman’s ring finger was empty, although every other finger seemed to sport a ring. “Are you married? Because I don’t see a ring on your finger either.”

“I was once.” Her gray eyes glazed off to a distant place as if she were recalling a tragic time in her life, and she fingered the pendant with the picture of the little girl. Lucky wondered if something tragic had happened to her. What did that feel like, to unconditionally love another human being so greatly that the loss of one would break your heart?

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“No need to be.” She snapped out of it. “I now have the time to freely pursue whatever I want to. Like organizing trips for other women to go to Vegas on a whim, see Tom Jones, hang out with their girlfriends and other fans of Tom Jones.”

“So tell me something else, is there really a whole convention?”

“Well, it’s rather small now compared to years before. Actually, it gets smaller and smaller with each passing year. Because, you see, most members are my age or older. Although, you’d be surprised at all the young people who are going to his concerts, buying his albums. He’s really had a comeback.”

“But they’re not just convention-goers, is that it?” Lucky was drawn into this woman’s story, maybe because, as a woman, she was feeling restless.

“That’s it, you’ve got it.” She told entertaining stories about how the club began, including some of the highlights over the past thirty years or so. Lucky started to fade, and needed to be quiet with her thoughts. People often thought she was outgoing, and she could be, but too much interaction drained her. She was more introverted than people knew.

“Well, I don’t mean to be rude, but I have to prepare for an important meeting tomorrow.”

“I understand, dear. Here’s my business card. I’ll be staying at the Desert Sands. Give me a call if you’d like to discuss a business deal of my own.”

She took her card, looked at it briefly, and dropped it in her bag. “Mona Lisa,” it said. Like that’s really her name. Funny she should accuse her of being that kind of woman, although she’d been known to give out fake names, too. Maybe this woman, Mona, saw something of her younger self in her. She ran into this all the time—she knew the type. Women who approached her as if they had the greatest opportunity, but, instead, she had learned, these were opportunists, not opportunities.

She put on the headphones to her iPod and played an Elvis collection. That seemed appropriate, didn’t it? Elvis, Las Vegas, and Lucky. Wasn’t that what Vegas was all about anyway? They said that if you threw a rock, you couldn’t help but hit an Elvis impersonator. But the impersonators didn’t do him justice. He was so much more than an icon of a man wearing a gaudy white jumpsuit and Elton John-sized sunglasses. He was so much more than Tom Jones ever could be.

Available on Amazon in Kindle and Paperback formats.

Blogmas, Day 14: The Tom Jones Club (#blogmas #lasvegas)

Déjà Vu at the Blue Diamond Saloon isn’t my only novel set in Las Vegas, which seems odd to me, because I usually like to write about places I’m not currently living in. But living in Las Vegas just begs for stories to be written. I can’t get in the car without some story floating in my head. And just when I announce I’m pursuing music only, I start working on a story. Anyway, I thought I’d share an excerpt from The Tom Jones Club, published by Bookstrand Publishers.

The Tom Jones Club

International wine director Lucky Stryker, the “Lucky Lady,” is lucky in the boardroom, but unlucky in love. But the last thing she expects is to land in the arms of a cowboy during the Tom Jones Club convention. A hot week with a cowboy in Las Vegas is one thing—eternity is another.

Fearing that any woman he gets involved with will leave him–the way his mother left his father–Eric Blake chooses women who are guaranteed to fulfill that prophecy. And Lucky Stryker is no exception.

When Lady Luck throws the red hot dice, Lucky and Eric cash in on a red hot sizzling romance. So when their pasts catch up to them, and neither is who they appear to be, they are forced to answer these questions, “Can their hearts keep the promises their bodies have been making?” and “Will they finally get lucky in love?”

Genre: Contemporary, Western/Cowboys/Romance
Length: 81,032 words
Publisher: Bookstrand

Available on Amazon in Kindle and Paperback formats.

 

Blogmas, Day 10: The Dark Phantom Review Interview (#blogmas)

Day 10 finds me being interviewed on The Dark Phantom Review for the Déjà Vu at the Blue Diamond Saloon publicity tour. Love the name of the site – The Dark Phantom. Spooky, huh? Check it out.

I have to say I’ve enjoyed writing my first suspense novel. It seems I see suspense around every corner and it was time to put it on the page. I’ve got another suspense in progress, but I tend to alternate between writing suspense and fun, frolicking, romantic comedy. I can’t scare myself too much – lol!

Blogmas, Day 8: Red Rock to Blue Diamond (#blogmas #lasvegas)

One of my favorite drives here in the Las Vegas Valley is the Red Rock Canyon to Blue Diamond Loop. No wonder the Blue Diamond Saloon lured me into including it in my psychological suspense novel,  Déjà Vu at the Blue Diamond Saloon, on tour for the month of December. Check back here for a link to the next featured appearance.

On a recent drive, we encountered snow flurries, which only added to the desert beauty. The Red Rock Canyon sign is probably almost as popular as the “Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas” sign on Las Vegas Blvd. Tourists line up to take selfies at both locations.

The next time you’re in Las Vegas, check out the Red Rock area, and then make your way to Blue Diamond. You might want to pick up a copy of Déjà Vu at the Blue Diamond Saloon as your guide.

Blogmas, Day #7: Raining Men Now Available in Paperback with Bonus Short Story Collection (#blogmas)

Wrapping up 2019, I’m making all my novels/short stories available in Paperback (in addition to Kindle and other digital formats). The latest is Raining Men, a novella, and I’m including my short story collection featuring two short stories that were first published by Mozark Press as part the A Shaker of Margaritas anthology.

Raining Men

When California girl Brooke Slade, looking for love in all the wrong places, is presented with an opportunity to move to the Pacific Northwest, she turns it down, refusing to leave her life in Sunny California. But when she loses her job, she decides to give the Northwest a chance for thirty days and discovers it’s raining more than the wet stuff – it’s raining men. Wading through so many Mr. Wrongs, can she find Mr. Right?

BUY NOW on Amazon.com for Kindle. Free Short Stories Collection Bonus when you buy the Paperback version.

The publicity tour for  Déjà Vu at the Blue Diamond Saloon picks up on Monday. I’m pretty sure I’ll be driving past the real Blue Diamond Saloon tomorrow as I drop by our lot where we are building a new house.

 

Blogmas, Day 5: Poem for Déjà Vu at the Blue Diamond Saloon (#poem #blogmas)

No new stops on the tour today so, for blogmas, I thought I’d write a poem. I’m heartened by all the interest in poetry these days, not only on WordPress but Twitter, too. Come join us in the #WritingCommunity.

Déjà Vu at the Blue Diamond Saloon

Everything in Vegas looks better at night
Gazing for miles under the desert starlight
Roaming the streets just before daylight
Clickety clank clank breaks the silence of the morning hush
Tucked away in a casino away from the commuter’s rush

Nikki fled from the Blue Diamond Saloon
Away from her assailant unseen by the moon
Taking refuge in a City she once knew
Friendships and lovers too risky to start over
Memories and fears locked in a heart frozen sober

The past leads you where you swore you’d never go
Lessons unlearned like a missile-seeking foe
Next time be careful by what you do choose
This time around with bigger stakes to lose
Too late to escape Déjà Vu at the Blue Diamond Saloon

Please join us on the Déjà Vu at the Blue Diamond Saloon publicity tour.

Check out the Book Trailer for a sneak peek.

Buy your copy on Amazon (available for Kindle and Paperback) and other online retailers. Reviews are encouraged.

 

Blogmas, Day 4: Interview on The Writer’s Life (#blogmas)

“Everything in Vegas looks better at night.” – Nikki Durrance, Déjà Vu at the Blue Diamond Saloon

If you’re keeping up with the December blog tour for Déjà Vu…, you’ll want to to check out my interview over on The Writer’s Life.

Note: In addition to Kindle, it is also now available in Paperback.

Blogmas, Day 3: Confessions of an Eccentric Bookaholic (#blogmas)

Day 3 of #blogmas, which is actually day 2 of the Déjà Vu at the Blue Diamond Saloon blog tour, you’ll find me over at Confessions of an Eccentric Bookaholic. Check out my confessions. Check out the entire blog tour for December.

Here’s a bonus confession: Déjà Vu at the Blue Diamond Saloon is my first published suspense novel. I’m normally known for chick lit or rom com. But those who know me know my natural suspenseful way of expressing myself and keep pushing me to explore that genre. So, there you have it. With another on the way.

Blogmas, Day 2: Blog Tour Kickoff for Déjà Vu at the Blue Diamond Saloon (#blogmas)

We’re kicking off the December blog tour for Déjà Vu at the Blue Diamond Saloon over at the PUYB Virtual Book Club. Come along for the tour for everything you ever wanted to know about this psychological suspense novel and the author, who is, well me, of course.

You can peek ahead by checking out the highlights here.