Welcome to Author In The House today.
We’ve got author Joanne C. Berroa
here. Joanne is a fellow Rebel Ink Press author and her debut eBook is just out. She’s got a guest post
about being an author, the blurb for her new release, and an excerpt. Let’s start with Joanne’s bio straight from
her:
In
1983,Dell published my novel,"The Barbary Coasters." It was set
during the 1860's in the Barbary coast of San Francisco and was part of a
series of books written by different authors called,"The Making of
America." My pseudonym was Lee Davis Willoughby.
I have written articles for several computer magazines over the last 30 years doing software and hardware reviews and ads. I was also a photographer for cover art for two magazines back in the 80's
I
currently am employed by a local newspaper, where I write profiles for
businesses and professionals in my area.
I
have also taught piano and organ for forty years.
Mainly,
I write what I love to read--romances. My only regret is that I cannot get to
meet my heroes in real life. What a thrill that would be!
"My Life, My Heart" is my debut ebook. February 3, 2013 Rebel Ink Press will release my second romance novel "On Angels' Wings," set during World War II.
Guest Blog Post
for My Life, My Heart:
I've often read
about truly inspired authors, but I never dreamed I'd be one of them. I've been
writing all my life (and that's more than a few years), and have had my ups and
downs along the way. Times when words didn't come easily, writer's block, you
name it. But when it came to writing My Life, My Heart, I became one of those
"inspired" authors. Not only did it flow as if someone was over my
shoulder giving me the words to write, it flowed fast and furiously. I do
believe the person looking over my shoulder and guiding my hand was my late
husband, who was a multi-published author and died suddenly in a car accident.
I never had closure, so in my novel I emphasize the importance of closure, and
of love everlasting. It's nice to know someone on the other side is looking out
for me!
Blurb for My Life, My Heart:
How does a
brilliant and independent woman from the 21st century fall in love with a
dashing colonel in the 18th century? How can that love survive the test of time
to live on through three centuries?
Elena Martin is a beautiful and intelligent time traveler who
experiences the kind of love one only reads about in novels when she finds
herself back in time during the American Revolution. Sebastian Rogers is a
ruggedly handsome colonel in the Continental Army who sweeps her off her feet.
Faced with the daunting decision to stay forever in the past or go forward in
time to the present, she makes the ultimate decision for the sake of love to
stay and forge a life with Sebastian.
But there are dark clouds on their horizon and Elena soon finds
the need to return to her own century where she is strangely drawn to another
man, Brett Darby, her Princeton University professor. Brett harbors an
unsettling secret---he can see and feel things that can't be explained by
reason or logic. What powers do Elena and Brett hold over each other and why
are their lives irrevocably intertwined?
My Life, My Heart
is a novel that leaves the reader feeling good about love, life, and death.
It's a story about endurance, hope, and a love so strong it defies time.
Excerpt for My Life, My Heart:
“We’re alone,
Elena. You can talk freely. It’s not my intention to keep you locked up. You
seem like an intelligent lady. I’m sure you know the likes of these jails. And
the manner of men who populate them. They would consider themselves lucky to
have one so obviously charmed as you with the likes of them. But that can be
averted, my dear. Simply tell me who sent you here. Whom do you report to? ”
“I report to no one.
I’m not a spy.”
He frowned and sat
back in the chair. It creaked as it bent backward. Drumming his fingers on the
desk top, he said, “It seems to me that you wish to spend the night in jail.
Maybe you’ll talk tomorrow.”
“I’ll tell you
once more. Read my lips. I’m not a spy. ”
“Enough.” He stood
up. “They’ve trained you well, but you’ll talk. We have methods to coerce you
to do so.” He grabbed her just like the soldier had, by the elbow, and dragged
her off the chair and out the door to a courtyard which was inhabited on either
side by raucous sounding men in those low buildings who reminded her of chicken
coops. “The jails,” he said smugly.
Find more about Joanne C. Berroa here:
Coming February 3....from Rebel Ink Press..
Thanks, Lee Ann, for hosting me.
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