Friday, January 20, 2017

Give Your Characters Dimension - #RLFBlog

HELLO! And thanks for stopping by today. Now...let’s talk a little about characters and why some are one-dimensional, two-dimensional and three-dimensional.

Have you ever read a review where the reviewer points to *shallow* characters in the novel? I know I have, and that’s why I feel it’s so important for writers to allot their characters depth. So what is depth, and what do you mean by “dimensional” characters?

It’s crucial readers understand who the characters are; what makes them tic, and particularly what the character’s identifying features are? I’m not necessarily talking about physical features, but consistency and manner of speech, body language and internal thoughts on how he/she views the world. A character is not merely a gorgeous person with eyes of blue. He/she is a composition of many events that has made him/her what they are today.

Their emotions are multifaceted and often conflicting. They could come from troubled backgrounds or perhaps were born with a silver spoon in their mouth. Whatever the case, in order for readers to understand and relate to your characters, writers need to delve into their history to make them likeable and real (or not so likeable in the villain’s case). It’s also important the readers believe, and can picture, the character existing before your story even began, thus the history.

Shallow characters (one-dimensional) have no real story, no identifying aspects to their personality. They’re merely walk-ons in your novel and won’t make lasting impressions. Readers will soon get bored with reading about someone they can’t identify with or like, and will no doubt put the book down. This is the last thing we want them to do.

Two-dimensional characters might have one identifying trait or a smidgen of history, but why stop there? Write your characters as if they are a person you’d love to know, in fact, you’re so fascinated by their thoughts about life, their opinions, you long to know everything about them, including their past. 

If your hero or heroine lacks depth or dimension, reviewers/readers might refer to them as *cardboard characters* another term you want to avoid at all costs. This means they’re typical ordinary, forgettable people or par for the course in motives and goals. While writing about them, you might have hinted about a like or dislike they possess, but there you stopped, leaving the thought underdeveloped without explaining why they dislike the color purple or why the adore women in hats. What’s the history behind their abhorrence, fetish or passion?

One of the great things about writing is that you, the author, have control over the portrayals of your characters. Make them bigger than life; exaggerate their habits, annoyances, likes and dislikes. Make every aspect about them memorable in the reader’s mind.

You won’t regret giving a little dimension to your characters’ personalities.

Here’s an excellent article from The Writing Tools Blogspot about Writing Character Bios for your stories. Why don’t you try it?  CHARACTER BIOS ARTICLE

Happy writing and reading! Keta

I'm also visiting the FAB Kayelle Allen's Blog Today - ROMANCE LIVES FOREVER. Drop by and say hello! RLF Blog HERE

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About Keta
Keta Diablo lives in the Midwest part of the United States on six acres of woodland. When she isn't writing or gardening she loves to commune with nature. A lifelong animal lover, she also devotes her time and support to the local animal shelters.

Keta's a bestselling Amazon author who writes in several genres, including western romance, historical romance, paranormal romance and the occasional gay romance. Her books have received numerous Top Pick, Book of the Month and Recommended Read reviews.

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Keta's newest release is SKY DREAMS, Book 3 (Sky Series). 

In 1893, Haven Morgan is a young widow. Heartbroken and alone after her husband's tragic death, she travels to Cobb's Grove, Minnesota to teach at the country school.

Her curiosity is piqued when she meets the handsome supervisor of the local lumber mill, Cade Kincannon, but the trauma of her husband's death haunts her days and torments her dreams.

Can Cade break through the veil of darkness shrouding Haven, forge a path to her heart and convince her it's all right to love again?


Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Welcome Trinity Blacio - Searching For the Perfect Mate

Please help me welcome Trinity Blacio and her latest release: Searching For the Perfect Mate (Prequel to  the Running In Fear series).

*Released with new material.

About the Book:
In Searching for The Perfect Mate: Remi’s Story, the prequel to best-selling author Trinity Blacio’s Running in Fear series, Alpha shapeshifter Remi LeBlathe has only one thing on his mind tonight—sex. Unfortunately, he can’t enjoy his latest ménage a trois near as much as he’d like to because he knows there’s someone out there who is his true soul mate.

Life can change in a matter of moments, as it does for him as he finds himself searching for his perfect mate in the most unlikely of places.

Remi LeBlathe walked through the crowded street. He watched a couple in an intimate conversation at a bistro-style table. Why couldn't he find someone? He had thought for sure that Lucy was the one, but his wolf barely put up with her as he fucked her. No, he had no problem getting laid—hell, women lined up to get a chance to have him because of his size. Along with this advantage came the nicknames like “Mammoth,” and “the Beast” being the most recent one.

Ever since his last killing of a drug lord that had trespassed on his land, the new nickname had spread throughout his pack. He needed intimacy, the emotional kind that his one night stands lacked. Someone who wasn’t afraid of him. A woman who could bring peace to his life. Maybe, if he was very lucky, tonight his search would be over.

Remi stopped and looked back at the couple, a pair of his wolves, cuddling at the table, just watching people move past them. He reached up and ran his hand through his blond hair, pulling it back into a ponytail, as he once more focused on his way to his club. Would she be his mate? That one person destined for him. He wanted what his brother now had with his mate Jaycee, but he wouldn’t be another man’s bitch like Pierre. He’d have his own when the time came. Remi grunted and adjusted his cock thinking of the little round redhead he had seen from afar. Yes, his brother had done well with her. The Taming Shrew Club came into view when he turned the corner and crossed the street. He had visited the member’s only club a few times before buying it. Since his best friend, Dane was now mated, he hoped Lance was there to play tonight, but he would still miss his dear friend, Dane.

Searching For the Perfect Mate found here:
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Thanks so much for stopping by today, Trinity. Luv the cover for Searching For the Perfect Mate. ~Keta~

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Ten Major Benefits of Reading #amreading #ebooks

A recent study listed the ten major benefits of reading.

The same study encourages people to read every day for maximum results.

Here's the list below. Leave a comment, tell us the main reason you read, or how any of the items on the list improved your skills.

Improved Focus and Concentration
Better Writing Skills
Stronger Analytical Thinking Skills
Mental Stimulation
Stress Reduction
Memory Improvement
Vocabulary Expansion
Free Entertainment

Do you have any to add? We'd love to hear from you.
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Don't forget to check out Keta's latest releases
Chasing the Dead
Western Romance (Ghost/Suspense)

Season, Unforgettable
New Adult Suspense

Thursday, January 12, 2017

The Awesome RAINY KAYE is here! With her book Stifled


Dimitri would like nothing more than to live a low-key life in Naples, Italy. His girlfriend, Syd, has other plans. After three months of researching, she is positive she has found a jinn on a killing spree in San Diego, California. Since Syd gave Dimitri the one thing he thought was out of reach, he feels obligated to use his ill-gained talents for her cause.

A few hours back in the US proves that Dimitri and Syd didn’t quite make the clean escape they had thought. As they trail the elusive jinn, someone else trails them. What should have been a simple trip to confirm once and for all if the jinn are living among humans, instead reveals a community keeping dark secrets. Unfortunately for Dim, the only way out is in. 

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Voyeurism, Serial Killers and Brothels, Oh, My! DECADENT DECEPTIONS

I really enjoyed writing DECADENT DECEPTIONS, especially researching the various plot threads. For instance, what's the meaning behind the color of a rose? How about methods of 'voyeurism' in the 20th Century? Who knew some brothels had two-way mirrors back then? The rules for social etiquette were different then. The upper echelon adhered to strict guidelines for women (and men) as in, what was appropriate and what was strictly forbidden when mingling with society? One main theme stuck out...even then, some people refused to play by the rules when it came to lust, revenge and yes, love. 

About Decadent Deceptions:

* RWA Molly Contest Finalist (Erotica category)
* Red Carpet Review Top Award Nominee
* Romantic Suspense

Determined to win Morgan Gatewood’s love, Olivia Breedlove lures the decadent man into a game of cat and mouse. What began as a ploy to force him to commit, tumbles into a world rife with voyeurism, deception and murder. Morgan must not only beat Olivia at her own game but stay one step ahead of the serial killer who has her in his sights.

Enter L’ Amour Immortelles, an affluent brothel, where no one is who they claim to be and no one is safe. Enter the world of Decadent Deceptions where the hunted becomes the hunter to save the woman he loves.

This novel is scorchingly hot and includes scenes of bondage. There is a HEA and no cliffhangers

Setup and Excerpt from DECADENT DECEPTIONS. Morgan has escorted Olivia to L'Immortelles, an elegant brothel, where she can watch couples in amorous liaisons. In the carriage on the way home, tension between the unrequited lovers reigns.

Nothing stood between Morgan and Olivia in the carriage except pale moonlight and a vacant air that hissed with tension.
Olivia waited as long as she dared and then attempted to relieve the awkward quiet. “You’ll never believe it, Morgan, I recognized someone tonight.”
His head turned sharply as he looked at her. “Who?”
“I don’t believe I’ll tell you. It might spoil things.”
“What do you mean, spoil things?”
“It would no longer be my private little secret, and besides, it’s one thing to watch someone—”
“Spy on someone you mean.”
“Oh have it your way,” she said. “I was about to say, it’s one thing to observe someone fornicating; it’s another to reveal their name.”
“Who was it, Olivia?”
“Not telling you.” She ran her hands down the front of Cain’s shirt and changed the subject. “Oh, nothing in the world compares to desire or love.” 
“There is one thing better.”
A short laugh left her lips. “What might that be?”
“Unrequited lust, desire or love.”
Olivia stared, arrested by the raw male potency emanating from the man. Had he just challenged her, knowing she hungered for what she’d witnessed tonight? Damn the cad. He didn’t think she had the courage to take this to the next level. Or did he mean he didn’t give a fig’s leaf if she relinquished her virginity to another man? At that possibility, her heart sank.
“How poetic.” Without missing a beat, she attempted to decipher the meaning behind his words. “Do you read poetry?”
“Hardly.” His gaze narrowed. “ you?”
“I adore Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s love sonnets.”
“So Cain tells me.”
At his dour response, she continued. “Do you want to know what I observed tonight?”
“But I have questions.”
“Ask your nanny.”
“You heard me.”
“You know perfectly well I no longer have a nanny, and why are you behaving so rudely?”
“I’m tired.”
“Well, bear with me, we’re almost home. The questions couldn’t make a man of your repute uncomfortable, and I’m baffled.”
He blew air through his lips. “Very well, what is it?”
“Why is it so smoky in there, and what’s that sweet smell accompanying the smoke, and—”
“Opium! Good heavens, Morgan, you took me to an opium den?”
“No, I took you to a fucking den, at your request I must remind you.”
She blushed and directed him back to the subject at hand. “The woman smoked it.”
He shook his head. “You are such an innocent, Olivia. Of course she smoked it. They all do.”
“It’s stimulating, enhances the sex.”
“Oh, I had no idea.”
“What else? You said questions.”
“The first couple—”
Caught off guard, his eyes widened. “You watched more than one?”
“Two,” she said, feeling superior. “And therein lays the problem. The second couple, including the man I recognized, performed exemplary, comparable to the pictures I’ve seen.”
He rolled his eyes.
“I mean to say, they progressed as I imagined.” Here, she paused. “Until he spanked her.”
Morgan swallowed hard. “You enjoyed that; didn’t you, Liv?”
“Most certainly not.”
“Did you imagine he was spanking you?”
Concentrating on controlling her breathing and mistrustful of her voice, she shook her head. His inflection had changed on the last question along with the sensual line of his lips when he pressed them together.
Recovering from the sudden rush of dizziness and all in favor of goading him further, Olivia continued. “Then, they, you know, did it. Beyond ravenous, he flung her onto the bed and took her from—”
He shifted in the seat, his voice thin. “What is your question about the first couple?”
“Well they never consummated it. He merely....” She licked her bottom lip, Morgan’s proximity searing her senses. Talking to him about such intimacies and feeling the way she did about him unnerved her, yet she pushed onward. She’d touched a chord; she sensed it, her intent from the beginning. Pressing on with her heart in her throat, she blurted, “He pleasured her without using his penis—thoroughly, I might add—and he still paid her.”
“Thoroughly, did he?”
“Without question.”
“Continue, Olivia, I know you’re going to tell me every tawdry detail, whether I want to hear them or not.”
She leaned forward, softening her voice for effect. “He suckled her first and next, placed his head between her thighs.” She searched his eyes to read his thoughts, but his magnificent features were staid. “And then, he licked her—”
“Enough, I get the picture.” He lifted his hand between them. “What is your question?”
“While there can be no doubt she was wholly, unconditionally satisfied, what did he get out of it?” Shifting back into the seat, she paused. “I mean, why did he squander good money to do such a thing without, you know...?”
“Without fucking her, Olivia, isn’t that what you mean?”
Her nipples hardened and a shudder raked her. “You needn’t be so crude. I just wanted to know why he bothered.”
“Because he likes that! Jesus!”
“Don’t be such a ninny, Morgan. You did promise Cain you’d tutor me; take me under your wing so to speak.”
“I’m reneging on that part of the bargain,” he replied. “I don’t want to tutor you, hear all about your voyeurism. I’ll make sure you get to the next appointment in two weeks and safely home again and that’s all. I don’t want to hear every blasted detail of what you saw. Do you understand me, Olivia?”
“Perfectly,” she said.
The carriage rounded a corner on two wheels, eliciting a scream from one of the horses. “Something must have spooked one of the—”
The transport swerved. Hurtled from the seat, Olivia ended up on the floor at Morgan’s feet. He reached for her and pulled her into his lap until her legs straddled his hips, her breasts pressed against his chest. Whatever had happened outside, the driver seemed to have everything under control.
How she wished she did.
Their eyes locked and time stopped on the periphery of some distant plane. Morgan’s hand tangled in the long hair at the back of her head, and he drew her to him, his mouth demanding and ravishing. Her heart quickened. His tongue parted her lips and swept through every crevice as if to memorize the taste of her. She pressed her body against him, reveling in the feel of every hard muscle of his chest and the strong thighs beneath her. He quit her mouth and bestowed breathless, titillating kisses along her neck and throat, sending tremors through her blood.
“You like that, don’t you, Olivia,” he whispered against her ear. “And this,” he said, slipping a hand down her pants to massage the juncture between her thighs with his fingers.
She clenched her teeth and stifled a moan, her pleasure peaking in a delirious state. Oh, God, yes, she almost moaned aloud.
His fingers caressed the outer folds of her sex, bare flesh against bare flesh. She twisted beneath him and clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into his taut skin. She had to stop this or soon he’d take her on the seat of the coach. She strained her hips away from him, but he would have none of that. His erection prodded her belly, and his free hand slid to the small of her back. He held her immobile and forced her to acknowledge his physical desire. Guiding her hips in a slow rotation, and with his fingers still stroking her sex, Olivia’s body throbbed and quivers of ecstasy surged through her.
“Morgan, please, you must stop,” she groaned.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? Isn’t it why you went to Immortelles?”
“No. I mean, yes.”
“Touch me, Olivia.”
God help her, she wanted to.
“Do it,” he said.
She allowed her hand to wander between their bodies and close around his manhood through his trousers. She gasped, the sensation of touching him both shocking and delicious.
“Say it, Olivia. Say you want me inside you. Give in to your desire. Admit you lust after me like I lust after you.”
It was so erotic, so decadent, her on his lap with him caressing her most private parts and she stroking his manhood.
The carriage stopped. He removed his hand from her pants and set her back onto the seat with an all-knowing smirk. For Olivia, it was like a dream. It couldn’t have happened, yet why did she burn all over, hunger for more?
She straightened her clothing and tried to recapture the same haughty air she had assumed earlier. “Well, here we are,” she said, placing a hand on his forearm. “Thank you, Morgan. I do appreciate your assistance.”
His smirk evaporated, and he looked as though he’d like to strangle her.
“I’m confident that at the conclusion of this adventure I’ll recognize more of Cain’s friends. Yours too,” she contnued, pretending nothing had passed between them, yet dying inside. “I’ll be able to come to a sensible decision.”
“Think nothing of it,” he said, and she knew he was doing his best to control his anger.

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