Okay so it looks like I fell off the planet. Promise - I'm still here. The last two years have been ... hard. There's no other word for it. Everything is fine. I'm fine, but I've been the caregiver of my Mother-in-law and now I'm taking care of my mom. Between her needs, work, etc I seem to have lost control of my time. I am still writing and have made a few hard decisions.

I pulled my books from Mundania and have decided to to try to sell them through other publishers. I'm happy to say the 1st three books I sold to HSWF (now owned by Mundania) have been picked up by Melange Books and will be released through their Satin Books imprint. The rest I'm still working on.

I'll probably still be sporadic. Unless I win the lottery and can hire someone to help me I can't avoid it, but know I'm still here still working hard in the background and am hoping to do better at keeping my blog alive.


Tink...tink...tink...anyone out there? Hi! I'm Barbara Donlon Bradley - Author - editor and slightly crazy - ask anyone in my family. I hope to use this blog to talk about writing, editing and whatever pops in my head. Hope you enjoy.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

My Latest Guest: Ashley Ladd!

I want to welcome Ashley Ladd. First I’d love you to introduce yourself.

Tell us about your latest release.

My latest release is ‘Spooky Sojourn’ a ghostly paranormal in which the heroine, Deanna Thompson, is the new manager of a purportedly haunted hotel. She doesn’t believe in ghosts and she is determined to find the culprit(s) responsible for driving guests and employees away from the hotel. She hires Harry DeVeaux, a paranormal investigator, in the hopes of proving there are no ghosts. Immediately, sparks fly. But they often disagree and often argue as he knows ghosts exist and she thinks he’s crazy for believing in them. Still, she can’t help fantasizing about the hottest man she’s ever met and she wonders if she’s crazy for doing so. When bowling pins and kitchen knives start flying through the air and her brother’s car explodes, she starts to rely on Harry more and more.

Now I have a few questions for you – I have found readers do like to know fun things about us writers.

1.) Who is your favorite villain – it can be from a book (even one of yours), movie or TV show. And why?
The Mummy. He’s completely head over heels in love with his girlfriend, so much so that his love survives his death. He’ll do anything so that they can be together again. In his mind, he’s her hero.

2.) Who is your favorite character out of your books? Why?
Haley in ‘Purrfect Justice’. She’s a mild-mannered secretary by day but by night, she dons a Cat Woman costume and really kicks criminal ass. When she was coming home from a Halloween costume party one night she was listening to the police scanner and heard that the policeman she’s in love with was in trouble and she flew to his aid. She saved his neck and it became a habit – in costume. She even borrows her girlfriend’s motorcycle and she jumps it over a police car to escape being caught when they try to pin her down. She’s a lot of fun.

3.) What genre do you write? What made you pick that one?
I love contemporary erotic romance, especially rom com. Within that I write a variety of pairings: mf, mm, mfm, mmm, mmf

4.)What are you working on now?
‘Gaycation’ which is an mmf about an erotic romance writer who hasn’t come out of the closet about what she writes to her family, friends, or employer. When she uses her vacation from work to attend a gay conference to get more ideas for her books and her big boss, the man of her dreams, also shows up, she gets way more than she bargained for.

5.) What got you to start writing?
I started writing when I was about six—as long as I can remember. I’ve always loved the written word. I loved Superman and Lois Lane and I wanted to be a hot shot reporter like Lois.

6.) Where do you get your ideas from?
Everywhere. Listening to conversations. Watching and reading the news. Watching people including my kids. Dreams. Fantasies. Songs.

7.) What would people who read your work be surprised to find out about you?
That my friends and coworkers are afraid to swear around me or tell dirty jokes and stories. They think I’m too sweet and innocent for that stuff. It cracks me up. I tell them I really don’t mind but they insist that I’m a goodie two shoes. If only they knew…

8.) Do you have any special talents?
I type 96 wpm. I’m a good aim with a bow and arrow.

9.) What was the one piece of advice you received when you were an aspiring author that has stuck with you? Why?
That I should open the bedroom door and write hotter. That’s when I started to write romantica.

10.) If you could talk to any famous figure (present, past or fictional) who would it be and what would you talk about?
Captain Jack Sparrow – about anything that came to his amazing, crazy mind. He’s so fascinating and sexy and funny I’d never get bored.

11.) What song would you say describes your life?
Everywhere by Tim McGraw

12.) If you could come back as any animal – what would it be?

A cat! I must be part cat already. I’ve probably been scratched enough that our blood has mingled and I have cat DNA.

Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, cats, and playing on the computer.

She's often incorporates humor and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.

Someone’s trying to kill Deanna, but is it the ghosts she doesn’t believe in, the rich socialite who might be a murderess, or someone else with a beef against The Gilroy Hotel and Resort that Deanna has just been hired to manage?  The Gilroy’s owners want the ghosts, or whoever is causing the trouble at the hotel eliminated, and they are pressuring Deanna to do the job as quickly as possible. Harry DeVeaux, paranormal investigator comes highly recommended to do the job and against Deanna’s better judgment, she hires him.

Although Deanna thinks Harry’s crazy for believing in ghosts and Harry thinks Deanna has a closed mind to the possibilities of ghosts and they highly annoy each other, sparks fly. Deanna can’t help but fantasize about Harry and inspired by a romance convention visiting her hotel, writes her fantasies in a private blog that Harry finds, hacks, and reads. Ooh la la!

Deanna reread her fantasy, barely able to believe she’d penned it, wondering if she should delete it. Did she really want to make out with Harry, a perfect stranger, on a public beach? Did she really want her words on the Internet, even in a supposedly private blog under a make-believe name?
Well, it was confidential, right? As long as she didn’t give anybody the web address or password or tell them about it, it would remain secret.

Enough fantasizing! She had to get back to work. Dragging the files out, she familiarized herself with the ghost sightings as well as Lynette’s and Grant’s history. By the time she finished, she knew how they’d died and the theories about their suicides-slash-murders. She also knew that everybody was afraid to point fingers at the now very influential and powerful Roxanne Cambridge-Anderson. Could Roxanne be behind the haunting nonsense? Did she want the hotel shut down? But that made no sense. The rumors portrayed Roxanne as a murderess. It wouldn’t be in her best interest to keep their legend alive.

Deanna’s temples began to ache the harder she thought about everything, so she decided to go to sleep. Hopefully she’d awake if any hi-jinks took place in the bowling alley.

About three a.m., deafening booms awoke her. Light brightened lane fourteen and all but one pin lay scattered on the wooden floor.

Groggy, Deanna tried to gather her senses. She looked around then, to her horror, she saw an iridescent figure of a man on lane fourteen picking up a glowing ball. Collecting her presence of mind, she grabbed her webcam, pointed it at the ghostly shape and turned it on. Shaking, she tried to hold her computer steady. Not believing what she was seeing, she knew there had to be a rational explanation. Perhaps some machine was projecting the image onto the lanes. Perhaps a real person stood in front of her in glowing phosphorescent powder.

Whatever or whoever it was, picked up the ball, and knocked down the spare pin. Then the ‘apparition’ bowled three strikes in a row.

Unexpectedly, he turned and glared at her, fire shooting from his eyes. Pins flew from all the lanes at her. Her heart racing, she ducked under the score table.

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