I can’t think of a better way to inaugurate my new blog than by welcoming TL Schaefer! Not only is TL here to share her latest hot read, Shoot to Thrill, she shares some great advice for new writers and her thoughts on reviews.
- What are your five “desert island” books?
- Swan Song by Robert McCammon, Son of the Morning by Linda Howard, Games of Command by Linnea Sinclair, any of Karen Rose’s books, and any of Leigh Wyndfield’s books. If I had to pick a 6th, it’d either be The Stand by Stephen King or Boy’s Life by Robert McCammon
- What is the best way a reader can express their gratitude for the experience they had reading your work?
- Leave a text review on Amazon. I cannot tell you what that does for us in terms of leading to sales. I’m not talking about writing a novel of your own, just tell folks what you liked or didn’t in a few sentences.
- What advice would you give a new author?
- Sit down and write the damn book. The send it to critique partners and beta readers and pretty much anyone who’ll give you an opinion. When you see a theme, then you’ve got a problem. If you don’t, then that’s cool, it’s opinion J When you’re there, study your market and the houses you’re submitting to before you send to them willy-nilly. And even if you get a rejection, send a nice thank you note. And if you *do* get a rejection, don’t argue with who rejected you. If they gave you a reason, don’t be hurt, think about it. Think about whether that house was even right for you. And then either revise your work or find a house that better suits your content/style.
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The Colorado Academy for Superior Intellect (CASI) …only the best and the brightest may attend…and only if they possess a Talent the Meece Foundation deems of value. Founded in the late sixties, the Academy is the brainchild of Hugh Meece, pharmaceutical groundbreaker…and CASI is its shining jewel. Their motto: Exploring the last frontier…the human mind.
Special Agent Arin Thomas always gets her man, but when she embarks on a personal mission to uncover the details behind her best friend’s death, she discovers a world she’s never even imagined. A world where extrasensory powers are exploited, and where her badge makes her a big, shiny target.
Dr. Jonah Summers would be more than happy to run the Colorado Academy for Superior Intellect (CASI) if only people would stop shooting at him. But that’s a pointless wish when someone with a bottomless bank account and a direct line to Russian special forces has CASI and everyone connected to it in the crosshairs.
Arin and Jonah find themselves dodging a merciless killer with a hidden agenda while trying to fight their own attraction. It’s only a matter of time before one of them has to Shoot to Thrill in order to kill—or be killed.
Shoot to Thrill excerpt:
Since we’d already paid for the suite, and it had the sitting room, I saw no reason to get another room, especially since the chaise would make Summers uncomfortable. I was getting a mean little charge out of torturing him, which should have made me ashamed, but didn’t.
And dammit if he didn’t seem to mess with my mind just as much.
He walked out of the bathroom wearing a pair of boxer briefs and nothing else. To say the man had a droolworthy body was one of the greatest understatements of our time. Lean but nicely muscled, with a six-pack and cut upper body. His torso tapered down to narrow hips, a butt to truly die for, and long, strong legs. I’d pictured him naked before, and the almost-there version was even better than my vivid imagination had been.
He sauntered to the chaise and plopped down on it, not even bothering to look my way. “Bathroom’s free.”
I grabbed my overnight bag, muttering under my breath at myself as I headed in to change.
When I stared at myself in the mirror, I cursed the blush on my cheeks, the sparkle in my eye. I’d enjoyed tonight way too much—and now I was sharing a room with one of the finest physical specimens I’d ever seen—and who I was actually starting to like.
As much as I could have stood there all night and dissembled, I had to decide what I was going to do, or not do, about my attraction to Jonah Summers. No, it didn’t have to be tonight, but scratching that itch would certainly settle me down. We were both adults, and the sparks that bounced between us weren’t one-sided.
Instead of giving myself a headache thinking about it, I washed my face, brushed my teeth and slipped into an extra long T-shirt. Let Summers infer what he wanted.
That’s not to say I didn’t sneak a peek as I walked past the chaise, admiring his bare chest from above, where he couldn’t see my ogling.
Then I slipped into the bedroom and closed the door with a resounding click and finished my nightly ritual by lighting a candle for Bianca.