<![CDATA[   SUSAN CLAYTON-GOLDNER - My Blog - Writing the Life]]>Sat, 07 Oct 2017 03:24:52 -0700Weebly<![CDATA[A LOVE RESTRAINED]]>Mon, 02 Oct 2017 01:53:04 GMThttp://susanclaytongoldner.com/my-blog---writing-the-life/a-love-restrained9408267
This week I have the great pleasure of hosting fellow Tirgearr author.  Becky Flade. Welcome to Writing The Life, Becky. 


A LOVE RESTRAINED
by Becky Flade
Tirgearr Publishing
 
Philadelphia police officer Kylee Parker is dedicated to protecting and serving. She sees the work in absolutes: right and wrong, black and white, good guys and bad guys. That is, until she chases a drug dealer into a dead-end alley and finds the bad boy she had a painful crush on throughout her teen years has turned into a more dangerous and more attractive man.
 
Jayson Donovan knows he doesn’t deserve someone as good as Kylee Parker. As the right hand man to a local drug-pushing mobster, he’s solidly on the wrong side of Kylee’s moral compass. But he can’t help reaching for her time and again when he knows he shouldn’t.
 
Even when his secrets threaten them both.
 
Where to purchase A Love Restrained
 
Kindle US http://amzn.to/2wzC8rc  (99¢ until October 8th)
Kindle UK http://amzn.eu/5G6ZPN9   
Kobo https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/a-love-restrained
Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/739065
Apple https://itunes.apple.com/…/…/a-love-restrained/id1265497920…
Nook https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-love-restrain…/1126893486
 
Add to Goodreads  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35889561-a-love-restrained
 
Enjoy the following excerpt from A Love Restrained:
 
Spring in the city brought people out of winter hibernation like a siren song, but as the temperature rose, so in turn, did the crime rate. Cops had  to be sharp as they walked the streets of Philadelphia. In her ten years on the force, on these streets, she’d seen a lot of crazy and often stupid  criminals do a lot of crazy and often stupid things. But to be so brazen,  or so plain dumb, as to do a hand-to-hand drug buy right in front of two uniformed officers rode high on her list of top ten.
 
“Tell me you saw that?”
 
“Saw what?” Hunks of half chewed soft pretzel fell from Sherman’s mouth.
 
Pete Sherman’s not a bad cop, just not an observant one whose paunch  portrayed his love of all things fried and his reupholstered recliner. He hadn’t seen a thing in the last six months. But he took direction well, despite the fact he had seniority.
 
“There, across the street.” She pointed. “The junkie walking east just scored off the guy in the leather bomber heading west. I swear the dealer looked right at us before the exchange. Call it in, Pete, and grab the junkie. I’m going after the dealer.”
 
Sherman didn’t argue. She took off into a quick lope, kept her footsteps light so as to not alert the man she pursued. The spring day had drawn people out and the complaints of the pedestrians she weaved through grew loud. The guy glanced over his shoulder, and the edge of his mouth tipped into a grin before he sprinted around the corner.
 
“Cocky jerk.” She turned the corner, and shouted, “Stop! Police.”
 
She ran clean and fast, closing the distance between them with little effort. The dealer ducked into an alley she knew to be a dead end. She slowed and put one hand on the butt of her service pistol as she approached. He had his back to her, his hands on his hips as he stared at the brick wall in front of him.
 
“Philly PD, you’re under arrest. Slowly put your hands above your head and against the wall to your left.” She closed the few feet between them, using her free hand to release the handcuffs from her belt, the other remaining on her weapon. She cuffed him, with practiced efficiency, and then read him his rights before leading him out of the alley, preferring to do the pat down with her partner present.
 
“Kylee Parker, I’ll admit I daydreamed a time or two about you cuffing me, but it was never in this context.”
 
About the Author:
Home is where the heart is and I make mine with my very own knight in slightly tarnished armor in southeastern Pennsylvania. When I’m not busy living my own happily ever after, I’m writing about someone else’s.
 
Contact Details:
beckyfladeauthor@gmail.com
http://www.beckyfladeauthor.com/
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<![CDATA[UNHOLY ALLIANCE]]>Wed, 20 Sep 2017 15:16:38 GMThttp://susanclaytongoldner.com/my-blog---writing-the-life/unholy-alliancePicture





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TODAY I'M FEATURING FELLOW TIRGEARR AUTHOR KATHLEEN ROWLAND'S ROMANTIC SUSPENSE NOVEL

Blurb, Unholy Alliance:


The worst happened. Her cousin is still missing. Just released from jail for a murder she didn’t commit, thanks to attorney, Grady Fletcher. Tori  Morningstar has no clues. No destination. Just fear for the cousin she believes is held captive by an Irish mob boss, Seamus McGinn. 
What if Tori were to park a food truck in the seedy waterfront neighborhood where the mob operates and hunt for this sadistic killer? Grady must protect the strong woman he’s come to adore.  With emotions on a knife edge, Tori runs on instinct, on the desperation of affection between cousins. With adrenaline pumping, this is it. Tori identifies an island hideout, but Grady warns her to anticipate who her cousin is now. 

Excerpt for Unholy Alliance-- takes place when her attorney, Grady, visits Tori’s food truck, Deep Fried to Taste, for the first time.

She’d walked out of the Gladstone Prison a decade before she’d walked in. After ten years she was free. Free because of Grady. The effects of imprisonment scarred her but also strengthened her resolve. Her heart swelled with gratitude for freedom.
She had a home in her food truck and proved in one day she could make money. She had friends who worked within two blocks of the lot. Her former cellmate embalmed at a funeral home. Down the street, Grady appealed cases of the wrongly accused, and his detective, Maeve, not only found evidence to support his efforts, but she also wanted to know if her cousin was living in terror or dead and at peace. Earlier from her office desk Maeve texted her the link for MissingWomen25to30.com. Friends Amy and Finn were a phone call away. Her parents disappeared on the day of her conviction and bought a house in Carlow, Ireland. She trusted they longed for her as she did them. She mourned the loss of her brother but worried nonstop over Vivienne.
A gaping hole in her heart ached to find her. When she did, she’d take a full breath. Her search began where it left off. Seamus McGinn, the thug who’d framed her.
What did Viv look like now? Was she using the new last name, Valentine? Fairy tale beautiful with waves of blonde hair and a rosebud mouth, her flair for adventure sometimes led to trouble with wild boys.
Grady double-arm waved at her. It was as if he were a two-dimensional character in a dream. Handsome. As upstanding as any man could be. Her legs gave way. The figure in the distance did that, and she grabbed the counter. Dizzy and short of breath, she chastised herself for holding on to the romantic notions she fantasized about a hundred times a day. She stuck her head out the window. “I’m coming out.”
Grady met her on the stairs and offered a hand. The closer he got, the harder it was to concentrate on stepping down. His killer smile showed off two sexy dimples when he said, “It’s noon.”
“Good noon to you.” She gulped. Readying herself for conversation, she took his hand, rose on her toes, and sniffed. “Hmmm, what is that? Shaving lotion? Man perfume?”
He chuckled, and a weird electric awareness went off in her chest. In slow motion, it cracked open slowly, sent out sparkly runners to forgotten girl parts, and pulsed there.
She pulled her shoulders back and lifted her chin. Their gazes locked. Her hair loosened from her bandana. “Drat, I’m a chef. Hair is supposed to stay put.” She took it off, placed the center of the bandana on the nape of her neck and tied a knot on the top of her head.
He reached to help tuck the ends under. “You’re so darn cute.”
“Oooo, that scent. Are you going to tell me what it is?”
Eau des Baux Eau.” The warm, deep sound of his voice sent more sensations of want right through her. Behind him, the sun stretched a bit higher and seemed to shine just on him. “You like it?”
“I sure do. Vanilla. You smell like a cookie.” Her heart thudded harder than it should.
“Do you like cookies?” He bent his head for a kiss.
She kissed Mr. Good Noon with the wavy reddish-brown hair and body made to lose sleep over. Her breath hitched, and she took a step back from heartbreak. No reason to set sights on a man way out of her league. The glow dimmed, and the warmth backed off. “Care to look at my menu?” She stepped closer to the blackboard.
“Now you’re speaking my language. I’m starving.” He raised his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth lifted. “Pimento cheeseburger corn dog.”
“That’s my great food mash-up.”
“I can see why. It blends two favorites, the cheeseburger, and the corn dog.”
All purchase links are below:
http://www.tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Rowland_Kathleen/unholy-alliance.htm

Meet the author, Kathleen Rowland, and her dark and dangerous world of romantic suspense. 
Award-winning author Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with a sizzling love story sure to melt their hearts.  Writing a romantic suspense series for Tirgearr Publishing, Deadly Alliance is followed by Unholy AllianceBittersweet Alliance in the works. Keep an icy drink handy while reading these sizzling romantic thrillers.
Kathleen used to write computer programs but now writes novels.   She grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake Okoboji.  Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in California.
Kathleen exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors.  While proud of their five children who’ve flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write.  If you’d enjoy secrets behind books,  signup for Kathleen’s newsletter on her website:  


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<![CDATA[WHEN TIME IS A RIVER]]>Wed, 06 Sep 2017 15:54:25 GMThttp://susanclaytongoldner.com/my-blog---writing-the-life/when-time-is-a-river


Today is launch day for my novel, When Time Is A River. It is the second book in a 3-book series featuring Detective Winston Radhauser.

Writing this blog today is a bit like sending out a birth announcement. I feel excited, a little frightened, a little proud and a lot of gratitude to Tirgearr Publishing for taking a chance on me.  This is the third book Tirgearr has published for me this year. Wow. Talk about feeling humble. I think about all the years I've worked toward the goal of getting my books into the hands of readers. Because, ultimately, what the publisher, agent or even the author thinks about a book isn't very important. It's the readers who make the difference. I have been excited, humbled, surprised and sometimes shocked by reader reactions to my stories.  

​I just learned that A Bend In The Willow, my first book published by Tirgearr, took a silver medal in the Readers' Choice Best Book Awards for 2017.  A proud moment, that's for sure. A bit like I felt when one of my children won the spelling bee or an award for good sportsmanship.

Indulge me while I share a few of the early reviews for When Time Is A River. 

 
Kathy Elliot***** I received an advanced copy of Susan's Clayton-Goldner's "When Time is a River" for review. This review reflects my honest, unbiased opinion. Another masterpiece has been created. Again, I could not put my laptop down, even carried it into the kitchen while cooking. Detective Radhauser is the man I want solving my case should I ever need a detective and Brandy is the daughter every mother wishes she had raised. The humaness of all of Susan's characters, I believe, is one of the many reasons I am intrigued by her books. And in today's very narcissistic political climate it's so refreshing to read about characters who actually care about others and the greater good of society.

A great mystery indeed, with an ending I could never have surmised. The emotions of each character during crisis seemed authentic and believable. A poignant characterization of schizophrenia and bi-polar disease allowed the reader to understand, without bias, the faulty thinking that occurs in mental illness. I am anxiously awaiting the third book in this series.
 
Linda Willer ***** I received an advanced reader's copy of this book directly from the author in exchange for an honest review. As with the last two books I read by Susan, I am always amazed at the writing and how something I would take 10 sentences to describe she can do in one and you have a clear picture in your mind of character, time, place and feelings. I love her work and I love this new series (hope it is more than just a trilogy!!!!!) Many have reviewed the plot, telling the story so I won't go over the plot again. I read a lot of series. The protagonist becomes a friend. You live their lives day by day with them. Sometimes, you'd rather not!!!! Sometimes, you just want to tell them, "to get over it." What was refreshing about the protagonist in this series is that we learned and felt his sadness and depression in Redemption Lake. It is now four years later and he is very happy. Bringing Detective Radhauser to a happy place was genius. Now the story really is about Emily and Brandy. It left room for a new hero, Band-aid!!!!!!
 
Debbie ***** Brandy is a very amazing young lady. When Emily disappeared, her whole life changed. What Emily does to find her baby sister will have you on the edge of your seat waiting to see what happens next. This book is so good you won't be able to stop reading it. The author did a wonderful job writing this story. I would give this book a higher rating than a five-star review if I could. I had the honor to review this book for the author for a honest review. The reaction to this book is my honest reaction to the story
 
Louise Pledge ***** I started reading this at bedtime and was so engrossed, I wanted to read the whole book in one sitting (er laying). However, I'd had a long day and kept falling asleep. I would, occasionally, throughout the night, force myself to wake up and read a few more pages. So, as soon as I woke up, I picked it back up and had to read until I was done. Yes, the story was THAT GOOD! An emotional story (aren't all missing children stories just that?) with a few surprises along the way. It wrapped itself up, nicely, and not "just all of a sudden" like so many things we read. You will adore the heroine, Brandy, and find yourself cheering her on. 

I was intrigued by the cover and found myself wondering what the title meant. It all ties together and makes so much sense, as you read. Highly recommend!
 
 Book Description
On a bench at the edge of the Lithia Park playground, someone is stalking two-year- old Emily Michaelson as she plays with her eighteen-year old half-sister, Brandy. The child’s laughter curves through the sunlight, as if on wings. The stalker is more enamored than ever, but aware of Brandy’s vigilance with Emily, knows a kidnapping won’t be easy. Planning to gain Emily’s trust, the stalker gives her a necklace—little girls love pretty things. A few days later, Brandy and Emily arrive at the park for the Children's Health Fair. When the stalker sees them enter the public restroom, the opportunity is seized.
Not long after Emily's disappearance, Detective Radhauser finds her rainbow- colored sneakers in Ashland Creek, their laces tied together in double knots. Brandy’s father and stepmother blame Brandy for Emily’s disappearance. Radhauser feels sorry for her, but insists she stay out of the investigation. Brandy can’t do that. She is obsessed with finding out who took her little sister, and why. Will Emily be found in time? 

WHEN TIME IS A RIVER IS STILL AVAILABLE AT HALF PRICE FOR A SHORT TIME ONLY:

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<![CDATA[A Love Restrained]]>Wed, 30 Aug 2017 18:21:37 GMThttp://susanclaytongoldner.com/my-blog---writing-the-life/a-love-restrainedPicture
A LOVE RESTRAINED
by Becky Flade
Tirgearr Publishing 
 
Philadelphia police officer Kylee Parker is dedicated to protecting and serving. She sees the work in absolutes: right and wrong, black and white, good guys and bad guys. That is, until she chases a drug dealer into a dead-end alley and finds the bad boy she had a painful crush on throughout her teen years has turned into a more dangerous and more attractive man.
 
Jayson Donovan knows he doesn’t deserve someone as good as Kylee Parker. As the right hand man to a local drug-pushing mobster, he’s solidly on the wrong side of Kylee’s moral compass. But he can’t help reaching for her time and again when he knows he shouldn’t.
 
Even when his secrets threaten them both. 
 
Where to purchase A Love Restrained
Amazon US | Amazon UK | Barnes & Noble | Smashwords | iBooks | Kobo 
 
Add to Goodreads
  
Enjoy the following excerpt from A Love Restrained:
 
Spring in the city brought people out of winter hibernation like a siren song, but as the temperature rose, so in turn, did the crime rate. Cops had  to be sharp as they walked the streets of Philadelphia. In her ten years on the force, on these streets, she’d seen a lot of crazy and often stupid  criminals do a lot of crazy and often stupid things. But to be so brazen,  or so plain dumb, as to do a hand-to-hand drug buy right in front of two uniformed officers rode high on her list of top ten.
 
“Tell me you saw that?”
 
“Saw what?” Hunks of half chewed soft pretzel fell from Sherman’s mouth.
 
Pete Sherman’s not a bad cop, just not an observant one whose paunch  portrayed his love of all things fried and his reupholstered recliner. He hadn’t seen a thing in the last six months. But he took direction well, despite the fact he had seniority.
 
“There, across the street.” She pointed. “The junkie walking east just scored off the guy in the leather bomber heading west. I swear the dealer looked right at us before the exchange. Call it in, Pete, and grab the junkie. I’m going after the dealer.”
 
Sherman didn’t argue. She took off into a quick lope, kept her footsteps light so as to not alert the man she pursued. The spring day had drawn people out and the complaints of the pedestrians she weaved through grew loud. The guy glanced over his shoulder, and the edge of his mouth tipped into a grin before he sprinted around the corner.
 
“Cocky jerk.” She turned the corner, and shouted, “Stop! Police.”
 
She ran clean and fast, closing the distance between them with little effort. The dealer ducked into an alley she knew to be a dead end. She slowed and put one hand on the butt of her service pistol as she approached. He had his back to her, his hands on his hips as he stared at the brick wall in front of him.
 
“Philly PD, you’re under arrest. Slowly put your hands above your head and against the wall to your left.” She closed the few feet between them, using her free hand to release the handcuffs from her belt, the other remaining on her weapon. She cuffed him, with practiced efficiency, and then read him his rights before leading him out of the alley, preferring to do the pat down with her partner present.
 
“Kylee Parker, I’ll admit I daydreamed a time or two about you cuffing me, but it was never in this context.”
 
For more information, including cover art, trailer and buy links, see:
http://www.tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Flade_Becky/a-love-restrained.htm
 
About the Author:
Home is where the heart is and I make mine with my very own knight in slightly tarnished armor in southeastern Pennsylvania. When I’m not busy living my own happily ever after, I’m writing about someone else’s.
 
Contact Details:
beckyfladeauthor@gmail.com
http://www.beckyfladeauthor.com/
https://www.facebook.com/BeckyFlade
https://twitter.com/beckyflade
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<![CDATA[New Release by Abbey MacMunn]]>Mon, 28 Aug 2017 21:32:20 GMThttp://susanclaytongoldner.com/my-blog---writing-the-life/new-release-by-abbey-macmunn


One Night in Kuala Lumpur
Abbey MacMunn
Tirgearr Publishing
Erotic Romance
Novella, 25,000 words
 


Blurb:
In search of inspiration and excitement, successful artist, Ziva Clarke, takes a trip to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Her exhibitions in the UK have left her exhausted, she’s had no fun in ages and her creativity is at below zero—the exotic Far East could be just what she needs.
Charmer Sam Tempest is visiting Kuala Lumpur on business with his father, but behind the impeccable suit and the wicked smile, he’s not a happy man. Duty bound to join his family’s international business, Sam longs to follow his true passion—to carve wood sculptures.
The two lonely souls meet by chance on a crowded street, and when it turns out they might not be the strangers they first thought, so begins a night of confessions, shared dreams and hot sex.
Can one steamy night in Kuala Lumpur be the answer to both their dreams?
 
 
Buy Links:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
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Kobo
Nook 
Goodreads
 
Contact links:
One Night in Kuala Lumpur Tirgearr Page
Website
Twitter  @abbeymacmunn
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Excerpt:
Squinting, Ziva tried to see who’d spoken in a deep, smooth-as-silk British accent.
A tall man stood before her and greeted her with an alluring, lopsided smile that exuded confidence. Kind eyes crinkled at the corners.
His broad shoulders were clad in a navy, tailored business suit. With his thick hair, a rich, burnt umber colour, slicked back off his forehead, and an angular, clean-shaven jaw, the guy could have stepped off the set of a TV advert for men’s cologne. And his lips… oh boy, his lips. Full, well-defined, and made for sinning.
Her mouth dried. Kuala Lumpur grew more interesting by the second.
Elise filled in for her temporary inability to speak. “No, we haven’t. My sister failed to mention Pavilion or Lot 10. I’m afraid she doesn’t share my love for shopping.”
Surprise flashed across his face before his smile widened then hitched higher in one corner. Yep, male model material. Just my luck if he’s gay.
Elise shifted from one foot to the other and adjusted her hold on her dozen or so shopping bags. “Are the malls far?”
“No, not far. They’re near the Golden Triangle part of the city.”
Ziva stifled another groan. More malls, right near where they were staying.
The guy tipped his head. “I’m Sam, by the way.” Sophisticated charm oozed from every pore. “It’s lovely to meet two beautiful English roses so far from home.” Although he spoke to both of them, he directed an intense gaze at Ziva. Mischievous cobalt eyes sparkled in the bright sunlight then he winked at her. Hmm, not gay then.
“Hi, I’m Elise,” her sister said, sticking out her chest. “Nice to meet you, too.” She shuffled her feet again. “My feet are roasting standing here.”
Ziva glanced at Elise’s unsuitable choice of footwear as she stood on a drain cover. “I’m not surprised your feet are hot. It’s ninety-five degrees and you’re wearing high-heeled boots. I told you to wear your flat sandals.”
Elise rolled her eyes. “Flat sandals do not go with this outfit,” she said resignedly. “Kuala Lumpur is home to some of the best shopping malls in South East Asia—who cares about a little discomfort?”
“So, you were listening when I read out the tourist brochure and the amazing places I’d like to visit.”
“No, not really.” Elise gave an apologetic shrug. “I heard ‘shopping malls’ mostly.”
Sam laughed. His attention never left Ziva. “And your name is…?”
The crowd surged forward to cross the road. Someone jostled past Ziva, accidentally knocking her elbow. Her tatty canvas handbag and her one and only shopping bag dropped to the ground. She gasped as her new lingerie tumbled onto the dusty pavement. “Oh, crap!”
Stooping to her haunches, she then hastily stuffed lacy bras and matching thongs back into the paper bag. Her blonde curls tumbled over her face, helping to hide cheeks that burned hotter than the pavement. A serious contender for Miss Tiny Tits UK, she’d been spoiled for choice when she’d seen that the malls in KL catered for smaller women, so she’d treated herself to a few items of sexy underwear. Not that she had an occasion to wear it, but still, the last thing she needed was to have it displayed for all to see.
Sam kneeled in front of her, picked up a black bra, and swung it on his finger. “Here, I think you missed one.”
Head still down, she reached for the bra, but he hooked his finger around the strap and held it firm. She tugged. “Let go.”
“Not until you tell me your name.” He tugged back, stretching the lace and elastic across the distance between them. “And not until you look at me.”


​Author bio:
Abbey MacMunn writes contemporary, paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Hampshire, UK with her husband and their four children. She is a proud member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association.
When she’s not writing, she likes to watch films and TV shows – anything from rom-coms to superheroes to science fiction movies.
 
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<![CDATA[The Story Behind The Novel]]>Fri, 21 Jul 2017 15:18:38 GMThttp://susanclaytongoldner.com/my-blog---writing-the-life/the-story-behind-the-novelPicture
NOVEL DESCRIPTION:

On a bench at the edge of the Lithia Park playground, someone is stalking two-year- old Emily Michaelson as she plays with her eighteen-year old half-sister, Brandy. The child’s laughter curves through the sunlight, as if on wings. The stalker is more enamored than ever, but aware of Brandy’s vigilance with Emily, knows a kidnapping won’t be easy. Planning to gain Emily’s trust, the stalker gives her a necklace—little girls love pretty things. A few days later, Brandy and Emily arrive at the park for the Children's Health Fair. When the stalker sees them enter the public restroom, the opportunity is seized.

Not long after Emily's disappearance, Detective Radhauser finds her rainbow- colored sneakers in Ashland Creek, their laces tied together in double knots. Brandy’s father and stepmother blame her for Emily’s disappearance. Radhauser feels sorry for Brandy, but insists she stay out of the investigation. Brandy can’t do that. She is obsessed with finding out who took her little sister, and why. Will Emily be found in time? 

If you are interested in preordering a copy of this book, please click on the cover above. It is on sale for $2.99 until it releases on September 6 at $5.99.

THE STORY BEHIND THE STORY

It's both strange and a little bit magical, the way a book comes together--so many puzzle pieces, some drawn from memory, others created from imagination. The story behind the story of When Time Is A River is a combination of truth and imagination. Sometimes, when writing, I’m unaware I’m pulling events from my life, stories I’ve heard, things that happened to me or others. Like most writers, I suppose, I collect and alter them to fit my story needs.

Years ago, I was babysitting my 2-year-old granddaughter in Lithia Park while her parents and grandfather saw a play at the Ashland Shakespeare Festival. As I watched Elisabeth on the playground, I had a frightening thought. What if I got distracted for a moment, looked away, and someone kidnapped her? It would be my worst nightmare. I would suffer the guilt and pain of having lost Elisabeth, but would also have the double wound of seeing her parents, whom I also love, suffer. 

Needless to say, I didn’t allow myself any distraction that day. Elisabeth was safely returned to her parents and has grown into an amazing young woman. But a seed was planted and eventually grew into the novel, When Time Is A River.  In the story, a 2-year-old girl is kidnapped from Lithia Park Playground in Ashland, Oregon.

In the book, I chose a teen-aged girl, Brandy, as my protagonist. And the little girl who is kidnapped is her half-sister, Emily. Brandy is eighteen and a senior at Ashland High School. Emily’s mother, Brandy’s stepmother, is only four years older than Brandy. She resents her stepmother for both her youth and her perfection. Brandy has scars on her cheek from an escalator accident. And though she’s endured many surgeries, the scarring is still prominent.

In the early nineties, when I worked in a Tucson hospital, I met a nurse with a severely scarred cheek. She told me she’d climbed out of her stroller to ride the escalator while her mother was shopping. This 3-year-old child tripped over her shoelaces and her cheek caught in the escalator’s teeth. I remember being moved by her story. Haunted. And I wondered what it would feel like to be her mother.  

That nurse’s accident and scar reappeared on the cheek of my protagonist. I didn’t know I’d held her story inside me all those years, but it seems I did. Why did I choose to make my character scarred?  Wounds help readers to connect with a character. Brandy wants to be an actress—a profession where a face is important. So, almost immediately, the reader has sympathy for Brandy and wants her to succeed.

If the job of a writer is to put a character out on a limb and throw rocks at them—the scar was one of the rocks I threw at Brandy. Her bad decision that leads to Emily's kidnapping is another. Her father and stepmother blaming her for the 2-year-old's disappearance is yet another. 

In truth, Brandy really loves her little sister. When people mention how Emily looks like Brandy, she smiles--believes her little sister has given her another chance to be beautiful.

One day, Brandy makes a bad decision and Emily is kidnapped from the restroom at the Lithia Park Playground. In writing this novel, I learned how the mother of that nurse in Tucson must have felt. And how I would have felt had something happened to my granddaughter that long-ago day. One decision can alter a life.


On a more humorous note, when I was writing this book, on the night Ashland High School held their graduation services, my husband turned to me and said, "aren't we going to Brandy's graduation?"  That's how real she became to us. 

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<![CDATA[Launch Day]]>Thu, 18 May 2017 22:26:18 GMThttp://susanclaytongoldner.com/my-blog---writing-the-life/launch-dayPicture
Since my blog is both about writing and about life, I want to share something that touched me deeply this week. I was in Nashville for the high school graduation of my beautiful niece, Allyson Kate Greenwood. There were 400 graduating seniors and over 5,000 people in attendance at the Municipal Auditorium in downtown Nashville. As each graduate's name was called, he or she walked across the stage to receive their diploma to the cheers of family and friends.

One boy, in a wheelchair, was pushed onto the stage and then lifted out and helped to stand while he received his diploma and then helped (carried almost) to walk across the stage. Everyone in the auditorium stood and applauded. Many, like me, with tears streaming down their faces. This boy's launch was far more extraordinary than the launch of my new novel. And somehow I needed to talk about him first. I don't even know his name, but I will never forget this courageous young man completing his milestone and the love and admiration that was shown to him in that Nashville auditorium.  

​Okay, now I'll move on to the lesser launch. 

The first in my 3-book series featuring Detective Winston Radhauser launched yesterday. So far the reviews from readers receiving advanced copies have been excellent. It is always thrilling, humbling and even a little bit frightening to send your book out into the world to be judged. So it is a great relief when the reviews start coming in and they are so positive. I'm sure there will be negative ones as well, but it is good to begin with good ones. 

I'll include two that brought tears to my eyes. It's a crazy thing the way good reviews make me cry--not the bad ones. 

"I voluntarily read and reviewed Redemption Lake by Susan Clayton-Goldner. Matt ends up in an extremely bad situation when he wakes up after sleeping some beer off at his friend's house and finds his best friend's mother, Crystal, dead in her bathtub with a slit throat. Matt worries about the consequences of every one of his actions and how those actions affect the people around him. The mystery surrounding Crystal's death causes turmoil within the community. The suspect becomes difficult to narrow down and the uncertainty left me guessing until the end. Secrets are exposed and relationships are stretched thin in this well written mystery. "...wisdom grows out of disillusionment. We evolve from what hurts us, what happens in our own hearts as a result of that pain." Profound and life-changing statement. 5 stars!"

"It was amazing. I believe this author could write anything. Mysteries have always intrigued me and Redemption Lake (RL)did not disappoint. The reader cannot help feeling good while reading and feels almost "healed" of any life issues by the end of the story. I had no idea where the story was going, i.e. I could not have guessed the outcome, which to me is the epitome of writing a good mystery. I cannot wait for S C-G's next release. Sadly, her books are so compelling that I cannot put them down and the excitement of being lost in the story only lasts for a day or two and the few days afterwards when I am wondering what the characters are doing. Hopefully a new book will be on the shelves soon. If I had not read a Bend in the Willow, I would have said RL is the best book I have ever read."

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<![CDATA[Learning To Market a Book]]>Mon, 13 Mar 2017 17:04:37 GMThttp://susanclaytongoldner.com/my-blog---writing-the-life/learning-to-market-a-book
A Bend In The Willow was released on January 18.  It has been one heck of a ride. Fun. Exciting. Frightening. The book was published by Tirgearr Publishing, a relatively small publisher out of Dublin. They did a wonderful job with the cover, edits, proof-reading, and getting it listed on many different book selling sites internationally. But, like with so many publishers today, much, if not all of the marketing, falls to the writer.  


We writers tend to be a reclusive bunch, so this felt like a daunting task to me. But with the help of my good friend, Susan Kelly, A Bend In The Willow got off to a great start and was actually one of Amazon's Top 100 Hot New Releases.  


The truth is, no one can buy your book if they don't know it is available. In my last blog, I outlined many of the steps I took to ensure a successful launch.  I set up promotions for that week. Places like: Book Lovers Heaven, Book Goodies, My Book Place,
Ebook Soda, Read Cheaply.  EReader News Today (ENT) is one of the better sights but requires reviews. As soon as I had some reviews in place, I contacted them.  According to my publisher, 162 ENT readers bought the book. 


Now, comes the maintenance phase for A Bend In The Willow. 


A Bend In The Willow will be listed on Kindle Books and Tips on March 14.  http://www.fkbt.com. You may purchase it there for only .99


Starting tomorrow, I've schedule a Book Blitz Tour through Goddess Fish Promotions.  

March 14: It's All About the Romance
March 15: T's Stuff
March 16: Queen of All She Reads
March 17: Fabulous and Brunette
March 20: The Avid Reader
March 21: BooksChatter
March 22: Stormy Nights Reviewing and Bloggin' - review

March 22: EskieMama and Dragon Lady Reads
March 22: Hearts and Scribbles
March 23: Booklover Sue
March 24: Long and Short Reviews


https://www.amazon.com/Bend-Willow-Susan-Clayton-Goldner-ebook/dp/B01N0HL432/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1481420628&sr=8-1&keywords=A+Bend+In+The+Willow

My second novel, Redemption Lake, will be released in May. I'm hoping I've learned enough with A Bend In The Willow to successfully launch another book. It isn't as hard as I thought it would be.  I promise. 


Thanks for all your support and encouragement during this publishing endeavor.  
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<![CDATA[Over The Rainbow]]>Sun, 22 Jan 2017 18:10:35 GMThttp://susanclaytongoldner.com/my-blog---writing-the-life/over-the-rainbow
I'm 5 days into launch week for my novel, A Bend In The Willow. It has been a time of excitement, anxiety, awe and of humbleness for me. At last one of my big dreams is coming true. I spent a lot of years saying I wrote because I loved to write. That publication wasn't important to me. But I was only fooling myself.  Most of us write because we want to be heard. Without readers, we remain mute. 

As of this hour, the novel has 47 reviews on Amazon and 60 on Goodreads. They average about 4.5 stars. A Bend In The Willow is rated #1,462 in all Amazon Kindle books, #31 in Saga, #33 in Family Saga, and #48 in Women's Fiction Saga.  

And this morning, as if I needed anything else to dance about, I learned it was selected as one of Amazon's Hot New Releases--rated #4. It has already dropped to #5 (the stats change hourly) but still, I was thrilled beyond measure.  The rainbow in the photo below was taken a few minutes ago from my front porch. It seemed somehow appropriate on this banner day.  
A friend suggested I talk about the process of getting to this place--that it might be of interest to other writers.  This is what I've learned:

1. Write the very best book you can possibly write. Don't think you're finished because you've come to the end. Edit. Rewrite. Edit and rewrite some more until you've done all you can.

2. If you are self publishing, hire a good editor. Take her suggestions unless you have a very good reason not to. 


3.  Get someone who is good with grammar to proofread the book. 

4. Have a great cover design. I was very fortunate that Tirgearr assigned me an editor, had the book proofread and designed a fantastic cover. If you are self-publishing, you need to take the same steps.  

5. About six weeks before the book is to launch, start soliciting reviews. Some publishers will do this for you. Most will not. I went through Amazon's Top 10,000 reviewers and pulled out the ones who reviewed books similar to mine and who'd left an e-mail. There are websites you can join that will do the scanning for you and provide you with a list of e-mail addresses.  

6. I wrote query letters to each one--giving them a brief summary of the book along with the cover art. I was polite. I told them how much it would mean to me if they'd review the book. But even if they didn't want to, I appreciated the time they'd taken to read the query. 

7. When I heard back, I sent their requested format. Since Tirgearr publishes first in e-book, I had mobi (for Kindle) e-pub (for Nook and other e-readers) and PDF.  Be polite. They are doing you a favor. I sent out twice as many ARC's (advanced reader copies) than I have, so far, received reviews--but 50% is a good turnout. 

8. When they wrote back with their reviews, I thanked them profusely and asked them to post the review on Goodreads (they allow reviews on books that have not yet been launched)  On launch day, I already had 35 or so reviews on Goodreads. I also asked if they would like to be on my list of reviewers for my next book, Redemption Lake, which will launch in May. All of them said, "yes".  This is important because it will decrease your work load when your second novel is released. 

9. The morning of book launch, I sent an e-mail to everyone who'd requested the book, reminding them that they could post their reviews on Amazon. I told them not to worry if they hadn't read the book yet, I'd greatly appreciate their review whenever they had time to do it.  Again, be nice. 

10. About a month before launch, I set up promotions for that week. Places like: Book Lovers Heaven, Book Goodies, My Book Place,
Ebook Soda, Read Cheaply.  EReader News Today (ENT) is one of the better sights but requires reviews. As soon as I had some reviews in place, I contacted them.  According to my publisher, 162 ENT readers bought the book. Well worth the investment of $50.00

11. You might want to start out with a low price. Tirgearr started A Bend In The Willow at .99. The price goes up to $4.99 tomorrow.  Readers are more likely to take a chance on a new writer with a low price. And for the first book, you want to get your name out there. You may not make a lot of money, but you are getting name recognition and fans who will want to read your next book.  

12. Don't be afraid to ask other writers who have been through this process (either self publishing or with a small press) for help. I would have been lost without my very generous writer friends. Most writers like to help and share what they've learned. 

I hope you found this advice helpful. I'm flying by the seat of my pants a lot of the time, too. It's a learning curve. 

Watch for your rainbow. But be willing to work to make it happen.  


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<![CDATA[Countdown to Launch Day]]>Thu, 08 Dec 2016 21:27:16 GMThttp://susanclaytongoldner.com/my-blog---writing-the-life/countdown-to-launch-dayPicture
Launch day is a little more than a month away. It's hard to believe my book baby is about to come into a world already filled with so many books I don't know how she'll find her way.  


It's been an interesting and exciting process from the letter I got from Tirgearr Publishing last July saying they wanted to send me a contract up until all the edits were made, the proofreading done, and the cover designed. 


The cover designer created an enticing cover. Now, I'm in the process of getting reviews. I have to admit, I was terrified when I sent out the requests to Amazon's Top Reviewers. Would they hate it? Would they say terrible things about my book?


When the first 5-star review came back only 2 days after I sent the Advanced Reader Copy, I cried, I hate to admit it, but I did. The second one, also 5-star, came early the next morning and when my husband got up I was already sitting at my computer, tears streaming down my face. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Did somebody die?" It was nearly impossible to explain to him what I was feeling. I shared the review with some of my best writing friends, confessed my meltdown and asked the question, "Why does it mean so much?"

My friend, Lloyd Meeker, a wonderful writer, himself, sent the following e-mail and I think he nailed exactly why it means so much to us writers. This is what he said. "This is wonderful, Susan! It's incredible when someone really "gets" what we write -- not just the technique, structure, pacing, dialogue, etc., but the actual story.

Why does it mean so much? Because an understanding stranger really "saw" your creation, and therefore saw something of your truth, too. The anthropologist Eliade declared that the two strongest desires in human experience are to know another and to be known. When someone "gets" something I've written, I feel known at some deep psychic level, and it is an indescribably rich, nourishing experience for me."

I'll probably get some bad reviews along the way, but the shock will be cushioned by those first two good ones.  And with good writing friends like Lloyd, I'll weather the storm. 

A Bend In The Willow is now available for preorder for only $.99
The price will increase after launch.  If you'd like to order a copy, here's a link: 

Amazon 



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