Monday, April 23, 2012

Tues Tidbits with B.J. Scott Welcomes Author Bev Irwin/Kendra James

Today I would like to welcome fellow Canadian Author Bev Irwin/Kendra James. You must be thrilled having two books on the market and another one in the wings.
Hi BJ. Thank you for having me on your blog site today. I am still doing the happy dance after the release of my second book on April 14th. GHOSTLY JUSTICE is a paranormal young adult and I am so waiting to be able to hold a copy in my hot little hands.

Bev is here to talk about her new YA novel, GHOSTLY JUSTICE and her upcoming release MISSING CLAYTON. In addition, Bev released her Debut novel in 2011, WHEN HEART COLLIDE.
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Before we talk about her new books, lets get to know a little about Bev.

An award-winning author, Bev Irwin, lives in London, Ontario, with three assorted cats. One that hid in her car when she moved from the farm and two others dropped off by her daughter on two different occasions. Her three children have flown the coup, but her granddaughter, Jasmine, is a frequent visitor. As a registered nurse, she likes to add a touch of medical to her romance and mystery novels. She writes YA, children’s, and poetry. She prefers spending time in her garden, writing, and reading to being in the kitchen. Her debut novel, WHEN HEARTS COLLIDE, a contemporary romance, came out in December of 2011 with Soul Mate Publishing under the pen name of Kendra James That’s me and this is a bit about how I got here. The road has been long and full of twist and turns. There is so much work that leads up to this day.

Tell us where you get the inspiration for you books.

Writers are often asked, "Where do you get your ideas?" Where do I get them?

Everywhere. But then that leads to a problem for me. I have so many ideas surfing around in my brain it makes it very confusing. Which one should I follow? Which one will lead me along enough of a twisting path that a reader would want to continue the journey with me accepting that they may have to suspend belief along the way? I also need to find an idea that I will want to continue with to the end. I’m a great starter. I have so many projects started, WIP's that may never see the light of day.

But this year I want to change that. I have resolutions. To name a few: I want to get my house in order, give away cloths and possessions I no longer need, clean up papers I have been letting pile up for years, give away some of the books that are flooding my house, and most importantly, to organize my writing area so that I can find room to write. Hopefully, weeding through my house will make room for more to come into my life.

This year, I have goals. Concrete goals. The main one is to finish off all the WIP's and get them out there so they can find a home. I plan on shooting an arrow for the sun and if I hit a few stars on the way, that is okay too. Too lofty you say. Maybe. But I have a dream. A dream of having my writing be the only job I need to sustain my lifestyle. I dream of having all the techy gadgets I love. I dream of traveling. There are so many places I want to see. Then there are all those books I want to write. Remember all those ideas surfing around in my brain. Well, with a lot of will power, a heaping dose of inspiration, and an angel on my shoulder, I hope to give those ideas a voice. So let’s all raise a glass to inspiration!

Your young adult novel was released in April and sounds exciting. Where can readers buy the book?

GHOSTLY JUSTICE is now available!!!!

Ghostly Justice is a Young Adult novel but the pre release reviews shows it is so much more. The young heroine faced with the task of helping a ghost solve a 40 year old murder.

Ghostly Justice was not quite what I expected when I learned it was YA. Even though the characters are teens, the subject matter—some of it anyway—was very adult. However, Bev Irwin seems to be a talented author and handled the sensitive issues with the same aplomb with which she did the scenes where her teenage characters break into an abandoned house. Daria, our very reluctant heroine, doesn’t want to be special. She especially doesn’t want to talk to dead people or to hear her best friend’s thoughts. She wants to keep clear of her mom’s creepy boyfriend, snag a hot, sexy boyfriend of her own—who doesn’t—and to be left in peace...The other characters in the book are equally well-developed and three-dimensional, the plot has some very nice twists and turns, and Irwin’s writing is superb. – Regan, Reviewer

Bev's next book MISSING CLAYTON is scheduled for release in June 2012

Where is, Clayton. The sandbox is empty, the backyard is empty, the gate is open, where is Jenny’s six-year old son. Will she be able to find him in time?

I want to thank Bev for joining me today. Good luck with your books and future projects. You can visit Bev at her website

Thanks for visiting with me today and Barb, thanks for having me.

Thanks to everyone who dropped by today. B.J.
Join me each Tues for Tues Tidbits with B.J. Scott B.J Scott. Amazon Best Selling Author in historical romance.
Also writes Paranormal Romance and Romantic Suspense.

Highland Legacy an Amazon Best Seller for historical romance.
Jan and Feb 2012 

Back to school

Today is the first day of classes for me and to say I'm nervous is an understatement, Not to mention how confused I am. But I'll get to that.

I'm taking an on-line screenwriting course through the University of Toronto in hopes to:Number one: enhance my writing skills and Two: To learn how to put a story to script.

A co-worker of my husband suggested I look into the screenwriting course and at first I was against it simply because...well, i didn't think I could do it. That is a major problem with me. I lack self-confidence. I'm working on it. I guess part of it is my fear of failure. What if I can't do it? I do;t think. "I can do this" I was the same way when first looking into getting my stories published. I didn't think I had what it took to be a published author. Look at me now. I have 19 books published (was 23 but three are no longer with a publishing company) Whenever I feel down on myself I just check out my website and remind myself that I can do it and I have done it.

Still, going back to school at 45 is scary, even if it is an on-line course.

I've decided to post my progress every Monday from now on which means my usual Wednesday posts will be put on hold for the time being. Though, if I get some hair brained idea i feel like sharing I will definitely be posting it. In the mean time, Monday will be my updates and I would love some encouragement. Every little bit counts, even a hi. :)

So this weeks assignment is to read the "Wilby Wonderful" script. Anyone heard of it? Tell me what you thought about it?

Okay, so that is my news or today, April 23rd, 2012. Stay tuned for more.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Titanic tragedy

On Monday April 15th 1912 the worlds largest passenger liner sunk to the bottom of the North Atlantic Ocean, killing 1, 514 people.  April 15th 2012 marked the 100th anniversary of the dreadful sinking of the mighty ship.  Like so many others, I’ve been drawn to the ship, to the passengers, to the dead. What must it have been like, knowing the luxurious trip, the chance for some for a better life would end in horror.

I’ve seen the footage of the passengers boarding the ship. The wealthy led in first, then the lower-class last so as not to have them mingle with the upper-class. Most of the lower-class passengers carried their belongings with them in hopes of a new life in America.  Their life would come to a horrifying halt as they were locked up while the wealthy boarded the life boats. I can only imagine how they must have felt. What they must have been thinking.  These were women with children, young children. Young men wanting to start a new life. They wanted something better, but instead once again they were treated like nothing more than street rats.  It’s so sad. They were eventually released, but most of the boats had been launched by the time they reached the deck.
Having grown up poor, I know what its like to be shunned, to have others look down at me. I know what its like to want to doo something better for myself. Luckily I had that opportunity.
I think about all those children, clinging to their mother’s breast, terrified of what was happening around them. The young boys who weren’t allowed to board with the women can children because they were male and considered a man. How is a thirteen year old boy a man? He’s still a baby. I would have fought to have my son board with me. I couldn’t leave him behind. What a tough choice those mothers would have had to make, leaving the sinking ship, their female children clinging to them while her son stood watch, tears in his eyes. And never seeing her son again. How awful that must have been. And the guilt that mother must have felt.
Thomas Andrews, the architected who designed the Titanic was aboard the ship that fateful day. But unlike his rich counterparts, he chose to stay on the ship as it sank.  The last sighting of him was standing by the fireplace, staring up at the painting of the ship. He must have felt so much shame.
J. Bruce Ismay, the chairman of the White Star Line, the company that built the Titanic, was not as gallant as Andrews. He chose to sneak aboard one of the boats that would take him to safety. His life was hell after that day and as well it should have been. He was not any better than those other men who had to stand by and watch boat after boat with their loved ones, drift away.
So many lives were lost that day in April, a cold grave those innocent souls would have as the ship of hopes and dreams sunk to bottom of the ocean at 2:20 A.M.
With the water temperature of only 28 °F (−2 °C). Almost all of those in the water died of hypothermia or cardiac arrest within minutes or drowned. Still, it must have felt like hours. A few were pulled into lifeboats, but the others were left to die.
A Canadian ship out of Halifax was sent to pick up the bodies. They gave each of them as much dignity as possible, but like in life, they were segregated into the wealthy and poor in death. It’s unfortunate that all lives aren’t treated equal, the wealthy and the poor equal.  But unfortunately that is how life goes.
While collecting the bodies, a young child was picked up, still in his clothing, and brought on board. He was no more than a year and a half and touched the hearts of all those on the chip that they decided to give the child a proper burial should his family not claim the body. He was given a beautiful ceremony and was laid to rest in the Halifax graveyard. A tall stone was erected in his honor. It wasn't until this year that the child was identified as Sydney Leslie Goodwin.
I sit in my warm house, watching document after document of the life and times of the Titanic and that fateful day it all ended. And my heart aches for the innocent lives that were lost.  In May my husband and I will be travelling to Halifax for business, but while we are there I intend to visit the graveyard where several of the dead were buried. I want to pay my respects to those who had a dream and would never have it fulfilled.
I think to myself how lucky I am to be living my dream of being an author. How lucky I am to have food on the table, a roof over my head, a warm bed to lie in. And I think that in the blink of an eye, it could all be lost.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Welcome Romance Author Ann Montclair!

Join me today on TUESDAY TIDBITS WITH B.J. SCOTT as I welcome Ann and she shares some information about her current novel and upcoming releases.

Ann, can you tell us a little about yourself?

I was born in Los Angeles, California, where my parents and grown daughter now reside. I currently live in the Finger Lakes region of New York with my sexy hero, our handsome son, and a pile of lazy dogs and ferocious cats. I enjoy a plethora of hobbies including but not limited to attending concerts, hiking and cycling, cooking, and gardening. I love to dance, to dress up, and I'll go just about anywhere a good time can be had.

I've built a satisfying career as an English professor at a small, rural community college, and now I'm also writing and publishing romance. I've finished and sold a few contemporary titles, and I'm working on perfecting a Tudor historical and penning a modern day romantic suspense.
I plan to spend the rest of my life reading and writing in my little cabin in the woods.

My biggest wish is that each of my readers will be inspired to believe in and find their own happily-ever-after.

Ann's debut novel THE BILLIONAIRE'S BAUBLE was release in 2011 by Soul Mate Publishing.

The Billionaire's Bauble

Determined to land an executive position at Grant Oil, Sloane Porter, an educated, independent woman with goals for the future, refuses to consider the option of returning to her home in New York and the life she'd left behind. But when she arrives in the CEO's office with a stellar resume in hand, can she ignore the fact that in a moment of weakness, she'd kissed this man in a Fairbanks bar two years earlier? Can she remain indifferent and land the job, or will the man who has haunted her dreams steal her heart and change her life forever?

Having read this book, I can assure readers they are in for an excellent read from this talented author.

Tell us about the books you will have released at Musa Publishing in 2012

My second novel, One Wet Summer, is forthcoming on May 25, 2012

Questioning her life plans and risking her heart to the hotelier and his motherless daughter weren't on the vacationing teacher's to do list—funny how things can change in a heartbeat.

Maura Fields loves her uncomplicated, independent, single life, but things quickly change when a summer vacation opens the door to an unexpected world of passion and desire. Wealthy Savannah hotelier Ben Driscoll had his playboy lifestyle upended when his ex-wife died, entrusting him to care for their daughter—a child he sequesters and vows to protect from future heartache and disappointment. Can the wall Ben has built around his heart withstand the assault from the intriguing, beguiling Maura, or will it crumble, leaving him vulnerable to the undeniable attraction and unbridled need to make her his own?

My third novel, Good Things Come in Tall Packages, is forthcoming in August 2012 from Musa Publishing.

Readers first meet Lucy Alcott and Joe Connors in One Wet Summer, but in Good Things Come in Tall Packages, their romance really begins . . .

When vivacious Savannah attorney and socialite Lucy Alcott entered the Hyatt looking for fun, martinis, and if lucky, some hot sex, the last thing she expected to find was a man who would compel her to reveal her innermost thoughts and challenge her adversity to love and commitment. Polar opposites in every sense of the word, tall, handsome, debonair, African American Dr. Joe Connors, with his compassion, deep spirituality, and philanthropic nature, rocked Lucy like no man had before. When an unexpected meeting six months later brings them together again, will a family crisis and Joe's request for help overcome Lucy's fear of losing her heart, or is the fact they are from two worlds and two ethnicity destined to keep them apart forever?

These sound wonderful and I can hardly wait.

Are you working on any new projects?

•I'm working on a Tudor Historical romance currently titled A Lady in Deed I am also working on a Romantic suspense.

Being a lover of historicals and romantic suspense, those are two I will be watching for.
Where can we buy your current release?


Thank you for joining us today Ann. If you want to learn more about Ann Montclair and her wonderful books, visit her at her web site

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

The next great movie by Shiela Stewart

I’ve been told several times that my comedy novel Kidnapped should be made into a movie. Well that’s all fine and dandy, but it’s not that easy. Every author dreams about having their book turned into a movie and yes, I think Kidnapped would make a phenomenal movie.  Still, how does one go about getting someone to agree to make it? Curious, I actually looked into it. First step, turn your book into a screenplay. No problemo. Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard could poop out a screenplay. (Anyone watch Supernatural? If so you probably recognize the phrase I just used. If not, look it up. :D)

Uh huh, and if you believe that you’re a fool. Nothing worth having or doing is easy. Life would suck if everything was easy. So back to the screenplay.  It looks relatively easy. Like writing a book without those pesky fillers between dialogues.  Nah, there’s more to it than that, or so I’ve learned. So despite thinking I can conquer anything and write the next great movie, I’ve decided to take a course on screenwriting. Not only will I know how to write a screenplay, but I can add it to my resume. Could lead to other good things in my life.

The course I’m looking at is an online course, which works perfectly for me. The only problem is, finding the time. Though I don’t work outside the home, I do have my hands full. I have a blog called Book Cover Lovers where I showcase author’s book covers and places to purchase. A quick and easy way for authors to promote their work with little to no effort at all.  Lately it’s been really booming which is great! It keeps me on my toes putting up covers, adding in info for the book and places to purchase, plus promoting it. Then I have a personal blog that I share with two other authors called That’s What She Said. I usually post my own stuff on Wednesdays and do the occasional interview for other authors on Mondays.  Then there is my weekly spot on Authors Promoting Authors where I post anything from writing info to rants and jokes. My mind is constantly on overdrive. Then add in time to write which lately hasn’t been much, plus a daughter who is struggling with her mental health right now and keeping me up at night.  Add it all up and it spells very little time.

But, taking this screenwriters course is important to me so I’m going to make time for it, even if I have to give up eating and peeing. J Because the dream of having my book made into a movie is something I just can’t give up.

Here is a look at Kidnapped. (No longer published)


Elizabeth Cromwell is rich, gorgeous and doesn’t have a care in the world. Until she’s whisked away in a van, blindfolded and gagged. Liz is helpless and completely unable to fight against her abductor. Or so he thinks.

 Mackenzie Tyrell is a good man in a desperate situation. About to see all of his hopes and dreams die, Mac gets caught in a web of deceit that may become his undoing.

 The plan was simple—abduct the beautiful blonde and hold her for ransom. But when the feisty Elizabeth escapes and then turns the table on Mac, all bets are off. Now he’s tied up and at Liz’s mercy. Was this the worst mistake Mac’s ever made? Or, will the choice lead him to discover something and someone that will change his life forever?


Her head throbbed with the mother of all headaches. And who wouldn’t have a headache after listening to the incessant nattering of the two most boring people in the world? Liz pushed through the restaurant doors and into the hot mid morning sun, looking forward to spending a good three hours at the spa, relaxing.

She simply didn’t know why she continued these weekly brunches with Bonnie and Moira; the two irritated the hell out of her. Actually, she did—it was for her father,
who insisted Liz align herself with the ‘right’ sort of people. What on earth could possibly be right where Bonnie and Moira were concerned, aside from the fact that they came from money and everyone knew them? They were the epitome of snobby rich and so not like her.

She pulled the keys from her purse and noticed her hand bag looked a little worn. Maybe after her spa treatment she should go shopping for a new bag. She was entitled, after all, having to deal with the gossipy twosome for the last few hours.

Flipping her long hair over her shoulder, Liz hurried to her car, her Prada heels clicking as she walked. Pressing the button on the remote, she engaged the engine which would automatically start up the air-conditioning. There was nothing worse than getting into a hot car.

She was going to enjoy being pampered.

Approaching her car, she frowned, seeing the dark, dusty, blue van parked unforgivably close to it. Squeezing through the minimal opening, careful not to soil her slacks on the dirty van, Liz reached for the car door. She heard the van doors behind her slide open. A hand clamped over her mouth and another grabbed her around the waist. In the time it took her to think to scream, she was yanked into the van and the doors slammed shut.

Before she had a chance to utter a single word in protest, someone shoved a cloth in her mouth and tied it tightly around her head. For a split second she saw the hands as they lifted a cloth to her eyes, covering up her sight. As the shock began to wear off, Liz came to the alarming revelation.

She was being kidnapped.

Despite the rag in her mouth, she screamed, though it came out muffled. Using her best defense, she began to kick wildly with her legs, her fists stabbing at air. There was no damn way she was going to sit still and let this happen to her.

Her foot connected with something solid and when she heard the wild cursing, she knew she’d hit her abductor. So she kept kicking and flailing with her hands.

“God damn bitch.”

The force of the blow to her jaw knocked her back, hitting her head on the floor as she fell. Stars exploded before her covered eyes as the pain ricocheted from her jaw to her head. The nausea began to build in her gut and she thought she might vomit as he rolled her onto her stomach, then held her.

She yelped when he yanked her arms back and tied them roughly together by the wrists.

“Serves you right.”

His nails scraped her bare feet as he ripped the shoes from her feet. What the hell was going to happen to her? What did he have planned to do with her? She began to panic, her breathing rapid as she rolled herself over. Pulling her legs to her chest, she prayed for someone to save her.

It startled her when the van began to roll and she realized there was more than one abductor. She felt every bump as the vehicle bounced on the road, making her already jittery stomach swirl like a tornado. She swallowed it back, demanding her body not expel the contents of her breakfast because she knew the outcome would not be a pleasant one. Not with the gag over her mouth. It seemed that they drove forever, stopping here and there for moments, then rolling along again.

She knew he was near because she could hear his breathing. Her mind foggy, she couldn’t think above the pain. What should she do? What should she do?

When the van stopped and she heard a door open, then close, she sucked in a deep breath, her stomach tense as she prepared for the worse. The screech of metal startled her as the sliding door opened. Her heart began to race so fast she thought she might pass out.

“Grab her legs.”

“Her mouth is bleeding.”

“Yeah.” He laughed.

She felt hands sliding under her back as another set grabbed hold of her ankles. Her body tensed as they lifted and shifted her. Where were they taking her?

“Let me go,” she mumbled through the cloth in her mouth, jerking her body in an attempt to break free.

“Hold her.”

“I’ve got her.”

His hands slid under her arm pits and grabbed hold of her breasts. She felt the nausea rising up in her throat.

“Cut it out.”

“Oh come on, I’m just having a little fun.”

“There’s no need for that.”

Liz heard a door creak, keys jingling, then another door opening. There wasn’t another sound to be heard anywhere. Silence still in the air, Liz wondered where she’d been taken.

“I can take her from here.”

“I’ve already got a good grip.”

One voice was deep, the other whiny and higher in tone. The one with the higher tone had been in the back of the van with her, and the one who’d hit her. How many others were there?

The way they shifted her, she judged that she was being carried up a flight of stairs, and from the sound of the stairs, they weren’t carpeted. The one holding her feet wore boots of some sort that made a clomping sound as he stepped. And the one near her head wore softer soled shoes, maybe running shoes. His hands were soft, despite the brutality, and he wore something with buttons down

the front. He smelt like cheap cologne and sweat.

Everything she could, she put to memory. Even if she couldn’t see her abductors, at least she could identify them by smell and sound.

“Set her down on the chair.”

The deep voiced one. She felt the chair beneath her butt, then hands pressing her down. The instant the hands slid from around her chest, she bolted up, attempting to break free. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t see, she wasn’t going to sit still while they did God knew what to her.

“Hold her down, damn it.”

“I didn’t think she would make a break for it.”

The hand that grabbed her viciously yanked her down, planting her hard into the chair, and when he leaned down and whispered in her ear, she knew it was the snooty one.

“Try that again and I’ll knock you so hard you won’t remember your name.”

“Hey, settle down.”

“Just tie her up already.”

The one with the deep voice didn’t seem to care much for the snooty voiced one. She felt something brush over her chest and she tensed up. When it pulled against her, she realized they were tying her up with a rope. “Please, let me go,” she mumbled through the cloth.

“Not going to happen, sweetheart.”

The deep voiced one was tying her up. He had a different smell to him, something familiar. Calvin, he wore Calvin cologne and he wore boots of some sort, his voice was deep and he didn’t seem to like his partner. Remember it, Liz, remember every detail.

“There, that should hold her.”

She flinched as the hands touched the back of her head, then realized they were untying her blind fold. It slid away and she blinked rapidly, trying to get her eyes to focus. The hands worked at the back of her head once more, untying the gag.

“Please, please just let me go.” She wished she could rub her eyes to make them focus.

“Maybe you should have left the gag over her mouth.”

Her eyes shifted to her left where the voice came from. Through her blurred vision, she could make out the figure standing at her side. Blinking her lashes, she saw he wore a mask, a female mask, and he was tall and thin. He wore a silk green shirt with buttons running along the front. And as her eyes focused she looked into the mask of Betty Rubble.

“She’s secured, we can go now.”

Her head turned to her right and to the big man moving out from behind her. He wore a white polo style shirt, blue jeans and work boots, and as he turned to face her, she saw the Bart Simpson mask that covered his entire head, save the eyes and mouth.

She’d been abducted by Betty Rubble and Bart Simpson.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Tues Tidbits with BJ Scott


Hello and thanks for joining me today on Tues Tidbits with BJ Scott

For those of us who write, it is a passion we find hard to sate. The more we write, the more involved we become with our characters, the more inspired we are to finish the book and move on to the next. If you are anything like me, your head is filled with ideas, your computer files bulging with partial manuscripts and book outlines just waiting to be finished.

Being a published author is so exciting...a dream come true, and there are days all I want to do is write. It all sounds so simple, but it isn't always that easy. In addition to writing deadlines, edits, promoting your books, critiques for fellow authors and working on our own WIP, 'Real Life' can also get in the way of your progress.

While I love to write and hope to someday make that my career, I still have to work at a regular job. That is if I don't want to find my husband, four dogs and I living in our 1980s camper van lol. In fact to make ends meet in this age of ever increasing cost, I also have a small home based business that helps to keep us above water.

Being primarily a summer/fall business, things are quieter during the winter months. But that does not mean my full time job, family commitments and other unexpected events don't interfere with my time to write or to sleep. As the pressure mounts, the idea of cloning and a day with 30 hours sounds more appealing all the time. LOL

While I usually manage to muddle through, meet my deadlines,get my work done and even manage to do a little house work from time to time, there are days when I feel so overwhelmed, I start to question my ability to cope. This often leads to the dreaded writer's block, which further complicates things.

Right now, I am working on two manuscripts, each with a tight deadline for completion. My need to finish these and get them published high on my prirotiy list. But of late, my mind is so bogged down with other things and my time occupied with so many commitments that finding the time is difficult. Especially since writer's block has been a major issue. Add the fact that my summer business is geared to start again this coming weekend and I want to scream "CALGON TAKE ME AWAY!!!!"

Along with being published comes the onus of providing your fans and prospective readers with book you can be proud of and that meet their expectations. I don't want to be one of the authors who after one successfull book are happy to turn out anything, especially a book that is mediocre or worse. Sales and profit must take a backseat and quaility must be first and foremost.

I am sure all of you have been faced with this problem and while some authors are lucky enough to write full time and do not have to work, that does not mean you don't face many of the same problems.



B.J Scott

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