Tuesday, June 10, 2014

PLUMB CRAZY Release Day Book Blitz!!!


I won't waste your time with a bunch of blah, blah, blah from me, let's get to the good stuff!!!

Release Date: 06/10/14

Summary from Goodreads:
Small town country girl Elva Presley Hicks is about to attend her five-year class reunion with her best friends, Shay and Margarett.

The discovery of an old fanfic manuscript stirs up memories of her summer job as a plumber’s helper in Houston the summer before senior year. She earned a lot of money that year, but was lonely as heck.

It's not like there weren't any suitors back then. Elva could have chosen between Chase, the obese pig farmer, and Wyatt, the plumber with wandering hands. But Elva yearned for something more, and found it that fateful summer, with electrician, Mitch McCall.

It was magical. Mitch wasn't turned off by Elva's name or fan fiction writing, and Elva didn't lose interest in Mitch after he cut off his nose at work.

Trials and triumphs followed including a friendship implosion, world-wide fanfic humiliation, and goat salvation. It would go down as the most memorable summer of high school.

But as these things sometimes do, the summer romance fizzled and Elva moved on to life after high school. And while she's ready to reminisce, she is unnerved when she runs into Mitch at the reunion. Can they give it another go after so much time has passed, or are they too different now to even try?

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Elva munched the last fry as they entered the plumbing shop parking lot. She licked her fingers. A man in his twenties straddled a gold Harley outside the dull metal shop building.
He wore a Stetson, but it didn’t hide his chiselled face—a GQ God, sculpted, perfect. Elva climbed out of the truck, and he gave her “the look,” the honest to God “checking you out” look.
Let him look, she thought. Her double D boobs weren’t one of the most common sights in the universe.
A very short man, even shorter than Papaw, scurried out of a corrugated metal garage door.
“Get your damn butts to your damn jobs on time, damn it. I damn sure don’t want to lose any more damn money. Damn it all to hell.”
Everyone nodded, so Elva obliged by nodding too.
“Mr. Bob, what about my gal?” Papaw asked.
“Elva Presley?” One man snickered and ‘damn’ man, Mr. Bob, laughed out loud.
“Damn, I didn’t think your damn granddaughter would show, damn it.” He put his hand on his head and shouted with laughter.
Elva tried to smile but instead stretched her lips over her teeth like a Rottweiler rubbed the wrong way. What had she thought it would be like?
“The gal gets one damn week trial. Elva’s assigned to Yves’s damn team today,” Mr. Bob said. “At the damn valve company.”
“Should we start Elva out on industrial?” Papaw asked.
“You said she could do the damn work.”
“She can, but, hell, it’s an industrial job.”
“I can do it.” Elva stepped forward. “Who’s Yves?” She surveyed the group of men standing in a semi-circle.
“I’m Yves.” Another short man answered. He was maybe thirty with thinning hair and hazel eyes. Elva stuck her hand out, and he stared at her with a halfopened mouth. Not a good first contact situation, but he finally took her offered hand.
The GQ God stepped up and smiled at her. “I’m Wyatt.” His fingers wrapped around her hand. Warmth shot up from her stomach to her face like water bursting from an artesian well.
“You look pretty sturdy.” Wyatt leaned toward her, smiling. How did he get his teeth that white? He smelled forestry-like and clean, and she couldn’t help taking a deep whiff.
“I’m Elva.” Her face turned hot.
“Pleased to meet you.” Wyatt doffed his hat and placed it over his heart.
Elva ducked her head. “Likewise.”
“We’re with Yves. Follow me.” He headed to a nearby plumbing truck.
Elva paid particular attention to his backside. Wyatt had bulging muscles and skin-tight Levi’s.
They all climbed in the pick-up and sped away from the shop, taking side streets. Yves was driving, and Wyatt had pulled his hat over his eyes. Elva sat in the middle, smashed up against Wyatt’s leg. She wished for a cell phone so she could call Shay and Margarett and covertly describe every delicious Wyatt detail.


 Molly Blaisdell's first crossover YA/NA romantic comedy, Plumb Crazy, is forthcoming from Swoon Romance. She is also the author of 30 books for children, including Rembrandt and the Boy Who Drew Dogs (Barron’s), The Truth About Unicorns (Capstone Press) and The Big Fuzzy Coat (MeeGenius!). She's written hundreds of articles for many internationally known publishers, including MSN, Scholastic, eHow, Hasbro, and Penguin's Author Learning Center. Molly is a Texan and a graduate of Texas A&M in Chemistry. She is a long-time member of SCBWI, and is a former Regional Advisor of the Western Washington region, a Blueboard Moderator Emeritus and a recipient of the Martha Weston Grant. She formed her first fan fiction group in junior high school and is still a huge fan gal of all things space, Star Trek, anime and blockbuster movies. She's the mom of four, and currently lives under the wide open skies of College Station, TX with her husband Tim. Her interests include fine art, folk art, and Texas music.

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Wednesday, June 4, 2014

June IWSG: What Do You Do Between Projects?

Happy IWSG post day! 

If I may be honest here for a moment, creative people have complicated minds. There’s a lot going on inside our heads! It's been my experience, when I’m not allowing my creativity to flow, my brain can be downright messy.

I recently completed another round of revisions on my MS and have passed it onto a couple of readers. (If you read Mystery, think Cozy w/ lots of humor & a bit of romance, and want to beta read, email me at candice.fite@gmail.com.) 

But, in the meantime...

When I’m between writing projects, it’s best if I redirect my creativity down other avenues. Otherwise, I get clogged. Anxiety and frustration build, and before you know it, I’m a moody butt nobody wants to be around. I want to believe many creative folk suffer from this, and I’m not the only one. But maybe I’m just trying to make myself feel normal.

If you’re anything like me, you may need to step back from the computer for a spell. Here a few things I like to do to keep my inspiration and creativity flowing between writing projects.
Yoga – sequencing classes for my students. Putting together postures that flow and compliment one another. My yoga mat is my blank page, my palette. Every class sequence is different, producing different results. Like art.

Art –specifically painting. Colors stimulate the senses and keep the right brain cranking. You don’t have to be a professional artist to create art. Let the color and canvas tell you what it wants to be.

Gardening –an art my grandmother taught me when I was a child. Plant compatibility and garden design is where the art comes into play. It’s creation in a simplistic form.

Here’s a great article sent to me by a writer friend about why it’s important to keep your creativity churning. 3 Simple Ways to Be More Creative (And Why It's Important)

So, what do you do to keep yourself in the zone when you’re not writing?

The IWSG meets globally (online, of course!) on the 1st Wednesday of the month. From the IWSG website: Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds! Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. 

If you're interested in joining the Insecure Writer's Support Group, click on the link above. You can also visit them on Facebook.