Birthdays, Battles, and Books!

nancy lee badger cakeMy birthday is this month but it usually gets missed. Sending me a card? It probably will get delayed due to Veteran’s Day which the USA celebrates every year on November 11th. That’s okay. As the daughter, daughter-in-law, and mother of veterans, I will not complain (loudly).

The books I mentioned are my latest release, Rescuing Christmas and Heaven-sent Highlander. That second book, which is the second in my Warriors in Bronze series, was released months earlier BUT my publisher has released the PRINT VERSION today! I don’t know about you, but I prefer to read print books because the feel of the paper and the scent of the ink is comforting.

So, here is the scoop on Heaven-sent Highlander, released in ebook and print by Soul Mate Publishing:

At an American museum, surrounded by Auguste Rodin’s bronze statues, a Scottish Fae beauty is at a crossroads. Now that Gwendolyn’s friends are engaged, and the demon they fought vanquished, should she return home? After committing a terrible act, she could not explain to her cousin why she had appeared on his doorstep.

Alexander awoke in darkness inside a bronze statue, remembering how the green of Scotland’s Culloden field had turned red with blood that day in 1746. Had he died before awakening nude and sightless in front of strangers in present-day Raleigh, North Carolina? The mystery of how was overshadowed by why. Told that another warrior awoke when a demon threatened to take over the world, had a second demon escaped Hell? When the demon appears and demands Gwen join him, Alex must use all his new skills, weapons, and Heaven-sent powers to keep her and the world safe.

Heaven-sent Highlander

 

BUY THE PRINT BOOK AT THESE LOCATIONS!

Amazon   Amazon UK   Amazon CAN  

Amazon AUS    Quail Ridge Books    B-A-M

Book Depository   Barnes & Noble  

Getting back to MY BIRTHDAY, I am giving away a prize package, no purchase necessary, so follow the link HERE (Ends Nov. 13, 2019)

…and don’t miss… Rescuing christmas

 

Dancing with the Muse

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Dancing with the Muse

Since receiving a concussion in February of 2018, I have been struggling with writer’s block and can’t dance with my muse. I’ve read several books on the subject trying to find help. They suggest that you just have to push forward, or find a new routine, or and I love this one “Just write.”

I’ve tried all of those things, but sadly none of them have really worked for me. It’s not like I don’t know how to write a book. I have over twenty novels published. Then I read a self-help book that stated the only way to reconnect with your creativity was to take care of yourself.

I had a sudden epiphany. When I wrote those first books back in 2011, I was recovering from an illness that put me into bed for about six month. I couldn’t do anything except take care of myself.

Now in 2019, I am taking care of many things: family, friends, a new house, being temporarily separated from my husband, two new puppies, and the list goes on. I worry about what the puppies are chewing on in the backyard when I’m not home. My youngest granddaughter has been diagnosed with in toeing and I worry she will need surgery. My husband has diabetes and I worry that he isn’t eating correctly. Finally, my biggest worry, will I get a book finished this year? So many worries, so little time.

But what I haven’t been doing is making myself happy. Taking time to ponder the mysteries of the universe, playing, laughing, or taking time to smell the roses.  Because all my energy is going into worrying, I haven’t had the energy to write.

Being a panster, I need time to think, dream, and visualize. My characters are trapped in a bubble I can’t seem to break. Now that I am aware of the problem of being scattered by too many worries, I am taking time to sit still and put my worries on hold. The bubble is getting thinner and I can see a few scenes coming together. I have hope and a few chapters are written.

I still don’t have a book done, but with baby steps, I can see one coming closer. I just need to remember to take care of myself, first. It seems selfish to do so, I know. Like you, I am expected to care for everyone else and put my needs last. But the creative process doesn’t allow it. You cannot dream up new worlds and new people unless you focus within.

So if you can’t seem to find your muse to dance with and create, I suggest you take the time to be yourself. The you that likes to play, sing, dance, and dream. Keep at it and those worlds will start to come closer and those characters will begin to whisper in your ear. Then the magic can happen and the words will appear on the page.  How do you take care of yourself so you can dance with your muse?

Scotland means Folktales and … dead people?

Hostoric Scottish peopleI recently returned from my family’s whirlwind trip to volunteer at the New Hampshire Highland Games in Lincoln, NH. This Scottish gathering of the clans and athletic competitors is an annual event, and the largest in New England. We help descendants remember their Scottish roots. Speaking of dead people…

Scotland is a lovely country. The hills, moors, and deep-water lochs are beautiful, but unexplained observations such as thunder, lightning, and the movement of planets, are the basis of many Scottish folktales. These word-of-mouth explanations have changed with the frequency of their telling which is why one myth could have many different descriptions or endings.

Scottish marching band

Fairies, brownies, and Scottish bogles are believed to live across the land.The distinctive features of Scottish folklore are filled with the characteristics of Scotland’s varied scenery. Serene mountain lochs, tiny creeks, the harsh splendor of the mountains, and the solitude of the moor. These are all reflected in their folk tales and myths. Mine, too, including my Clan of Dragons Series.

Clan of Dragons book

Clan of Dragons series by Nancy Lee Badger. Find all Buy Links HERE

p.s. my son, Eric Badger, modeled for the 3 covers on the right!

Whether you can enjoy a local Highland gathering, or have the $$ to travel to Scotland, enjoy. Slainte!

Nancy Lee Badger

The End of Summer means… be kind to Editors and Writers

summer

How can summer already be over?

In North Carolina, the students that do not attend YEAR ROUND SCHOOL (those poor kids!) have all gone back to their classrooms. Summer might be officially over, but the days are still sunny and the nights just right. Hopefully, days of 90 degrees F and higher are behind us. So, too, are days of leisure for folks that work day in and day out for others. Me? I work for myself!

That is not quite true. I am a published author and have had my last two books released by Soul Mate Publishing. My third book in the Warriors in Bronze series is in the hands of my SMP editor, Lori Polito. In the meantime? I am releasing a book that I am self-publishing. What is the difference you might ask?

Here are the basic:

*Publisher: pays an in-house editor to make my book clean.

*Self-published: I pay an outside editor lots of $$ to do that

*Publisher: pays a cover artist to (hopefully) create a book cover I can live with

*Self-published: I find photos, choose colors, pick fonts to make the cover myself

*Publisher: formats the book, adding front and back matter, for ebook and print

*Self-published: do it all myself, including setting the price

*Publisher: advertises my book on their website

*Self-published: I do it all-website, blogs, twitter, Facebook, and Instagram as well as creating giveaways and setting up newsletter blasts.

*Publisher: collects the profits and sends me a portion every quarter

*Self-published: Since I am the publisher, ALL the profits go to me!

While writing and editing in a quiet corner of my home, or out on my deck, I find I keep thinking of how I took the chance at writing full-time by retiring from my 40-50 hour/week job as a 911 Emergency Medical Dispatcher.

Being a HYBRID author can be a challenge.

I must work to time each of my book releases so one does not overshadow the other. Advertising, newsletters, and keeping in touch of my readers so they understand all the different genres I write in means a little more work on my part. It is worth it!

September has been designated Be Kind To Editors and Writers Month, so I wish to publicly thank those editors out there, especially the ones who read and correct my work. (Waving to Lori and Kathleen Rothenberger) I am also patting my own back because I am a writer.

Heaven-sent Highlander

Available now HERE

Rescuing Christmas

…and coming soon HERE

 

How To Celebrate…International Beer Day

beer and books

The first Friday in August has been designated as International Beer Day and I wonder how many folks imbibe in the brew just because it is a holiday? Trust me, when Cinco de Mayo or New Year’s Eve comes along, there is some celebratory drinking involved!

reading by the pool

People on this planet have enjoyed beer since 6,000 B.C. and brewed either a lager or an ale. Canned, bottled, or a draft at your favorite bar gives the consumer hundreds of choices. Over 50 countries around the world celebrate the day. What is better than cooling off after a swim with a beer and a book?

My suggestions:

Heaven-sent HighlanderHeaven-sent Warrior

You can find all the Buy Links for my books HERE

But you’re on your own when it comes to the beer!

Nancy Lee

Things Heat Up In July

seabirdA recent trip to visit relatives in Florida opened my eyes to how different our world is from one place to the next. I love the sea and grew up within walking distance of our beach on the Long Island Sound in Bay Hills, NY. After college and marriage, we moved to rural Rumney, New Hampshire, with a big lake at one end of our road and a great river for swimming and canoeing down the other end.

When we moved into a house on a Belmont, NH pond that connected by a canal to Lake Winnisquam (New Hampshire’s 2nd largest lake) we enjoyed fishing off the dock, boating, and swimming at our homeowner association’s private sandy beach.

One day we decided to move closer to my family and headed to Raleigh, North cArolina. We are about three hours from the ocean and I miss it, but we try to find the time to head down to Daytona Beach where another relative has a pool and is about six miles from beautiful sandy beaches.

Daytona beachAfter a dip in the pool or the ocean (where, due to seeing a shark last time we visited, I kept to the shallows) we always bring bottles of water, beach chairs, sunscreen, and books!

Heaven-sent Highlander banner Reading a book is a great way to relax and reenergize, so check out all my titles and their buy links by heading HERE. Have a great summer!

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Happy Summer Solstice 2019

I love this time of year–more hours of sunlight means more time spent in the garden. Time to notice the little things. Like this tiny praying mantis on a daylily bloom.

Peach Daylily with Mantis

Time to spend sitting in the garden reading. Perhaps something from the Highland Gardens series…

 

Just Once in a Verra Blue Moon
Just Once in a Verra Blue Moon — Highland Gardens Book 2

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Lively fiddle tunes greeted Finn as he parked his truck in the gravel lot near Laurie’s home and garden center. A portion of her garden and the crowd were visible through the iron gate. He was tempted to leave. He didn’t feel like making nice-nice with her business associates, but she’d never forgive him if he didn’t make an appearance.

The anniversary of opening her garden center meant a lot to her. He couldn’t hurt her feelings. And she just didn’t seem herself lately.

They had a falling-out several years ago when she handed him her resignation and moved to Anderson Creek. At the time, the thought of her in the country seemed ludicrous. But since she survived her adventure—at least physically—and married Patrick, damn if she hadn’t proved him wrong. Her garden center and gift shop, Foxgloves, had grown into a successful local enterprise.

He’d been a real jerk back then. So, yeah, he’d stay tonight. Laurie needed to know she could depend on him.

Finn got out of the pickup and entered the garden through the front gate. Geez. He hoped he could dodge Laurie’s two business partners, Jillian and Caitrina, for the rest of the evening.

His luck, Jillian was the first guest he saw. She leaned against the side of the tool shed, watching the musicians. Whenever they were thrown together, she tripped over herself to get his attention. Although it would make his cousin happy, he’d no desire to pursue a relationship with the mousy woman.

She had a kind heart and nice eyes yet the chemistry wasn’t there. No way could he picture her as the mother of his sons.

“Finn.” She waved her arms and lunged forward, knocking over a planted urn. The ceramic pot shattered on the stone patio, scattering shards and soil. She stared at him then bent to clean up the mess.

Shit, he should offer assistance. He struggled with his conscience. Good manners won, but before he moved, a couple of other guests jumped to her aid. Finn grasped the opportunity and strolled in the opposite direction.

He stumbled upon Caitrina almost hidden within the lush foliage near the rear gate. Their gazes met. An impish smile played on her lips.

The fine hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He wasn’t sure what it was about her. Beautiful, tall and willowy, she had intense green eyes. Her long auburn hair would set any man’s heart racing. In fact, his buddy Douglas was in love with her. Nevertheless, there was something unusual about her. Something out of the ordinary he couldn’t quite identify, which made him damn uncomfortable.

Caitrina always watched him, staring with her piercing emerald eyes, as if she knew something he didn’t.

She probably did. But still—

Annoyed he allowed her to unnerve him he tore his gaze away.

Before long, Jillian bore down on him.

He sidestepped a server with a tray of champagne flutes and strode to the sanctuary of the house, to the refrigerator for a cold beer, hoping she wouldn’t follow.

* * *

Caitrina stood amongst the rose-colored foxgloves, alone in the shadows near the garden’s rear gate. She smiled when Finn evaded Jillian’s clumsy attempt to attract his attention. As he disappeared into the house, Caitrina turned away to gaze at the silvery haze surrounding the full moon. The time neared, and she’d work to do.

She would set the match into action before the High Queen of the Fae learned the game had begun. Caitrina could almost taste victory. This round and one more—she’d earn her freedom and be returned to the royal realm.

She inhaled a deep breath and uncurled her fists.

From her peripheral vision, she glimpsed Douglas MacKinnon watching her. Didn’t he understand he no longer aroused her curiosity?

She pressed her palm against her chest. She must have ingested a stimulant with an unusual property capable of causing a faerie heart to beat too fast.

Douglas raised a dark eyebrow in question.

What a meddlesome man. Caitrina glanced heavenward, wishing he’d go away.

When she looked in his direction again, he gave her one of his devastating smiles, saluted, and walked off.

Oh, how she wanted to turn him into a horny toad. But she couldn’t waste time thinking about the beguiling man. She’d a challenge to win.

Taking note of the other guests, she made sure no one noticed as she shimmered, faded, dissolved into a fragrant fae mist.

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What are your plans for the Summer Solstice?

Enjoy!

~Dawn Marie