September 9, 2014

JUST HIS TASTE -- RELEASE DAY!! And WIN!

I have a tween, so this is in honor of her... lol 
Yes, yes yes, it's release day!!!


And today, to celebrate, I'm giving away a copy of JUST HIS TASTE (Or any of my backlist, if the winner already has it) to THREE LUCKY PEOPLE!

Seriously, that's all you gotta do... Comment to win.


Just His Taste, 
Guys and Godmothers, Book 3

Avalynn Fay is not a typical Fairy Godmother. She wears leather body suits, rides motorcycles, and prefers bourbon to anything fru-fru. Probably why she is assigned new charge, Jason Gregorian—a PI who drinks bourbon and loves to cook barbecue.

Jason’s a good guy. Generally decent. Even willing to pretend to be his ex-girlfriend Tessa’s date for a wedding, so she won’t be alone while her ex struts around with his latest squeeze on his arm.

Should be easy, right?

All Ava has to do is talk to him, feel him out a bit, and she’ll know exactly how to get the wheels in gear. Except when she meets Jason, suddenly no one is good enough for him. Not even Tessa, his intended Happily Ever After.

It’s enough to make a fairy godmother want a healthy shot of bourbon—right before she breaks all the rules.

Warning: Contains a fairy godmother who’s ready to spread her wings—and maybe a few other appendages—for a mortal hot enough to make her drive her motorcycle right off  the road.


Ava took a good look at her charge. Okay, so it was selfish, because she wanted to appreciate that fine—

Wait. What the Hades?

Ava stared harder at Jason. Rather, at Jason’s aura. And the miniscule silvery-blue lines flickering in it.

So observant of the lines that shouldn’t be there, she didn’t realize Jason had actually moved.

Backwards.

Right toward her.

“Oh!” Ava stumbled.

“Oh hey.” Jason spun and in a flash had his arm on Ava’s, and stopped her from tumbling
to the floor.

Ava pulled out of Jason’s grip. Because as soon as she looked in his eyes, telltale veins
of Cupid’s serum flashed. More than just the silvery-blue of his love potion. A second one
wound around in minute detail. Like he’d used a double dose or something. One with a
greenish hue.

Green…

Green!

“Son of a bitch,” she snapped. As Hera is my witness, I will friggin’ snap Cupid’s neck. There was only one answer for those kinds of hues in a mortal’s aura. Not only had Cupid shot her charge with one of his freewill-bending arrows, he’d added a memory charm to the mix.

“Hey, look, I’m s-s-sorry. D-d-didn’t know you were there,” Jason said.

Ava shook her head, and this time when she met her charge’s eyes, recognition flashed.

Hard and fast. He didn’t let go of her arm, and for every second of contact, the recognition got brighter and brighter.

And the green in his aura fizzled out. Ava’s heart pounded like it would burst out of her chest like some parasite alien.
Because Jason recognized her, even in her downplayed getup. 

“Ava,” Jason whispered. Then he tipped his head to the side. “Ava?” 

She forced a smile on her face. “Hi.” 

“Sorry, I-I didn’t. Let me-me—let me buy your coffee,” Jason stammered. He shook his
head, his teeth grinding. 

Ava blinked. “Really, that’s—” 

“Girl, if a man in a tux wants to buy you a drink, do it!” a woman in her forties stage whispered
at Ava.

Ava blinked. Then glanced back at Jason. And tried not to think of the thousand reasons why she shouldn’t be having coffee with her charge. Like the attraction that sprang to the surface in him. Or her own bursting attraction that she’d thought for sure she had a handle on.

“Yeah, uh. Okay,” she heard herself saying before she realized what had come out of her
mouth.

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September 7, 2014

The First And Last Time I Write Simultaneous Stories (Maybe)

Just His Taste, G&G Book 3
Many times, when I dive into a story idea, I wind up creating a concept that's far too big for a single book. My mind will splinter into multiple directions, and I'll create secondary characters as I write that all deserve their own story line.

When I came up with the series Guys and Godmothers, I had an idea, based solely on a stuffed fairy godmother that a friend of mine made.

In the conversations about them, I told
Before His Eyes Bk 2
her "that should be in a book, that's hilarious" when she told me the story of these dolls. She laughed, because it was a bit too funny and cute for her taste, and told me that I should write a book about them.

And because, well, I'm me, not only did I create a book about them, I created a series, a world, a set of rules, and what could happen when these rules were broken.

Under His Nose, Bk 1
Spreadsheets, time lines, and plot bunnies were created and fluffed until I put together all three books that not only tied together, but were happening simultaneously. A completely new idea for me--I've never written that way before, I've usually done books chronologically, with a few months, maybe even years, between them.

This process for writing a series I don't recommend--there were a lot of migraines and cursing as I tried to make sure I didn't have one character in two places at once. And let me say, I have no desire to do it again, at least not intentionally.

Though about the time I came up with this series, I created another one, and I did a similar thing--though in this series, book 2 and book 3 are happening roughly simultaneously, just after the events in book 1. This series is being shopped as I write, and when it's done, I'll probably decide not to do simultaneous again.

Though knowing how my brain works, I'll do it again, whether I want to or not.

And since I have "that brain" that must create so many secondary characters that are so awesome, there's going to be another book, a spin-off of the Guys and Godmothers series, called "Mythicals." It involves the Fairies In Distress Unit, banshees, merrow, and all sorts of other crazy stuff.

Title: Saving Her Destiny, slated to come out in Spring/Early Summer of 2014. It explains certain elements that happen in Just His Taste, and why certain characters behave like they do.

Tentatively, there's only one book in that little series, but there's potential for 2-3 more there. (See my twitching eyeball? That means I'm taking on more than I really should... It does this. A lot.)

I can't help it, I have a mind that won't quit.








September 2, 2014

Story Inspiration

If you follow my Facebook Page Candice Gilmer, Author you might have noticed I've been putting up pictures of Chris Pine lately.

Especially pictures of Chris in glasses.

I mentioned in my last post that I was involved in an anthology collection written by a ton of amazing authors.

Well, long story short, the reason for the Chris Pine obsession? Because my hero for this upcoming short story has glasses and might resemble Chris a bit.

I don't normally let an actor inspire a lead character in a book--at least not to this degree. Sure, I'll glance at pictures and say, hey, he looks kinda like how I pictured ____ to look.

For example, this model is who I see (or at least a close resemblance) to Bruce, from Before His Eyes

He looked whimsical, and just a bit nerdy, but still charming, which is how I saw Bruce. And i didn't even find this until after I'd finished the book. :)

But for this new book, possibly because it's on such a tight production line, I didn't have time to imagine the guy in all his stylistic glory, I need to get his story done as soon as possible.

So as such, I've been snagging pictures of the lovely Chris Pine in different ensembles to figure out how my lead character would dress. He's one of those guys that can go from casual to business and look amazing in either.

This is good, because my hero has the same need--he has to go from "manual labor" to "boardroom" several times in this story.

My lead character owns a landscaping company, so he would work outside, but still be able to go to client meetings, and dress nice when warranted.

So yeah, if you stop by my Facebook page, and you see a  lot of Chris Pine, you'll know why.

And in a few weeks, we'll be unveiling the anthology this little short story will be in, where me and a lot of other very talented authors will be taming our alphas...

More to come!




August 25, 2014

Work Work Work = More Books For You

Howdy everyone.

Once again, I've been horribly neglecting my blog. But I have a really, really, really good excuse...

Lots of stuff on my plate right now, but that's good for you all, because that means I'll be releasing more books soon!

First off, I signed two new contracts with Samhain Publishing, so I'll be releasing Saving Her Destiny in June 2015 (a spin-off from Just His Taste, out Sept 2014) and Dark Within in October, 2015.

Also, as a bonus, for you people who love print books, Under His Nose and Before His Eyes will be released in a single print volume July 2015, called Guys and Godmothers.

(Nope, I don't have any pretty cover art to reveal yet, but hopefully sooner rather than later.)

Also... there is more.

I will be a part of an anthology coming out in December, with a huge list of amazing authors that I feel very privileged to be in the same book with. I can't reveal more than that right now, but there's more...

And there might be Alphas involved.

There's also a few other projects on the back-burner that I'm hoping to get to relatively soon that I'm looking to possibly self-publish next year as well.

Yep, you heard that right. I'm considering doing some self-publishing to add to my roster of books. Nothing is confirmed yet, and nothing is set in stone, but I'm toying with the idea. There's a lot on my plate right now. I've managed to shovel off several items already, but the items keep growing and there's more and more I have already committed to that must be taken care of first.

So the next year should be very interesting. :) A lot more from me. So get ready. This should be a fun ride.




August 7, 2014

Know Your Roots.

I get told a lot that my books are funny.

Yeah, I guess they probably are.

I don't sit down with the intent of writing a funny scene or a funny book. They just come out that way. Probably because I live a generally funny life.

Kristan Higgins and Jill Shalvis talk all the time on their facebook pages about the funny/silly things that happen in their lives all the time. From their own clumsiness to just funny circumstances that only seem to happen to them, you can see how they channel that into their books.

To be able to poke fun at yourself, with that "This would only happen to me" mentality, as well as being mature enough to laugh at yourself when the unbelievable happens, that's a special gift. I can't say for sure that fifteen years ago, if something mortifying happened to me, I would have hidden in my bedroom with the blankets over my head until it went away, but it's very likely that's exactly what I would have done. Possibly even turn off the phone. For a week.

Then.

Now?

Mostly, I roll my eyes, laugh it off, and move on. After all, I got kids, a husband, and a house. Funny and/or ridiculous things happen to me every single day.

Like only I could proudly paint a wall, and while touching it up two days later, rip two holes back in the pretty much perfect wall, resulting in Spackle and primer and paint.

Again.

Or fall off my office chair.

Or break my storage shelves because I moved them six inches.

So, do I have a lot in common with Ms Higgins and Ms Shalvis? Probably more than any of us would like to admit. (Though we have not met to compare notes, but someday, I'm sure it'll happen.)

So when I write my books, I write about those funny things, whether I mean to or not, the stuff comes out, and makes these scenes that I fall in absolute love with, for no other reason than it's just funny.

Here's one of my favorites from Fantasy Girl, my first novel, about a fan fiction writer who's being stalked through the internet by a serial killer:


“You have got to be kidding me.” I cried out as I kicked my rear driver’s-side tire. The thing was flatter than a pancake. A slew of cuss words slipped out of my mouth, rivaling the best sailors.
“Lynn?” came a voice from behind me.
“What?” I spun around to glare at the one and only Jack Edwards. Damn my luck. And didn’t it beat all, that a week after meeting him, I was still getting all gooey inside just looking at him.
I seriously needed some help. Professional help.
“Uh, need some help?” he asked with a brow raised, framing his rather amused expression.
“No, thank you,” I snapped, glaring down at the terrible tire. Anything to keep from looking at Jack. “I am perfectly capable of changing my own tire.” I opened the trunk, and tried to pull my tire out. Which really, it wasn’t that heavy. It was a spare…
And it landed with a thud, flat as well.
“Shit.”
Jack hid a smirk behind his hand. “Sure you don’t need anything?”
“I’m fine,” I said a bit too loudly.
“Sure you are.” He sashayed up next to me, and yes, it was a sashay, he was far too damn smug for his good looks. Damn me for getting all girly inside at the sight of him coming over to rescue my damsel in distress.
Then he became the ultimate man.
He picked up the flat spare, looked at it, and said “Yep, it’s flat.”
“What are you, a rocket scientist in your spare time?”
“Only on the weekends.”
I stuck my tongue out at him. Yep, I’m mature. Really.
Then Jack started rooting around in my trunk, pulling out the jack.
“What are you doing? I can’t put that flat spare on.” I put my hands on my hips and glared at him.
Jack positioned the lift under my car, and started raising the poor old Mazda that I drove. “But I can take you to get this tire fixed.” he popped off the hubcap and started on the bolts.
What an arrogant ass! What am I? Incapable of taking care of myself? I mean I can very easily change a tire. It’s not like it’s hard. ’Course, truth be told, I would call my dad, and have him come do it for me, because, well, he’s my dad, and he lives for this stuff.
“What if I don’t want you to? I’m perfectly capable,” I started to argue, but with amazing pit crew speed, Jack had the flat tire off my car before I could finish my sentence. I threw my arms up in the air in frustration.
“What?” Jack asked. “You know where there’s a place that can fix this?”
“There’s a Pep Boys or something like that around the corner,” I said letting out a sigh.
’Course, I really couldn’t help the part of me that was excited that the new guy was helping me get my tire fixed. He led me to a huge black Chevy Tahoe, immaculate inside and out. I couldn’t help whistling at the perfection of it and feeling like crap that Jack had to see my Mazda that seriously needed to be traded in for something else.
The stars must have aligned just right, because as Jack and I were climbing in, Tina Smith and several of her minions were leaving the building. Instantly her gaze locked on mine, and she shot daggers at me.
It took all my strength not to stick my tongue out at her.


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