She has another novel, Unnatural Instincts coming out at the end of the month and she is graciously offering one printed copy of both for a giveaway, details below.
Dre, the floor is yours!!
Publisher:Avant Garde Publishing Company
Release Date: 07/29/2015
Length: 272 pp
Buy It: Amazon
Release Date: 07/29/2015
Length: 272 pp
Buy It: Amazon
Milla McKool has been dumped by her French boyfriend after five years, losing her chance at love, her rising star status as an executive chef, and Paris. Back in NYC, she’s stuck with a dead end job, an amaretto addiction to make herself sleep at night, and a decidedly jaundiced view of all mankind. The only cure, according to her best friend, is to get back out there.
Hunter Rossdale has been stuck in neutral for even longer. The handsome, successful investment banker meets his match in Milla, a woman who no longer believes in happy-ever-after. She’s just looking for happy-for-now.
Contest is for One Print copy each of
Baby Not Tonight & Unnatural Instincts
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When Debbie offered me a guest post on her blog—thank you, Debbie, you’re now on my Christmas card list—she suggested I write about my book, Baby, Not Tonight. Since I don’t want to give too much of the story away, I thought I’d give you some of my random thoughts about both my book and writing in general.
One of the problems I encountered was how to classify my book. Is it a romantic comedy or chick lit? The definition I’ve seen most often for chick lit is that it’s a woman’s journey, usually comic. That seems vague to me. A woman could take a bus to Alaska, and that’s a journey. At least in miles. But that’s still not chick lit. It’s not even a story.
Let’s suppose our heroine, Jill, has heard that Alaska is full of bearded men looking for wives among a chronic shortage of single women. Jill is absolutely crazy about bearded men. So off she goes to Alaska, where she soon finds the hairy lover of her dreams. If the story ends here, it’s a romance.
But suppose Jill follows her lover to the lumber camp he manages up in the Alaskan wilderness, where she gets a job as a cook’s assistant. Then one day, a terrible accident happens, and everyone abandons the tree they’re cutting down to handle the emergency. Jill sees the electric saw. She sees the half cut tree. She picks up the saw and finishes cutting down the tree. (All right, it’s a small tree. An author has to have some license.) Suddenly Jill has found her calling. She was meant to be a lumberjack! And the author changes the title of the book to When Jill becomes a Jack. Okay, I couldn’t help myself.
This is chick lit. Not very good chick lit, but Jill has found fulfillment both in her new career and her new romance. So a better definition I think, for romance and romantic comedy is the protagonist finds her fulfillment in a romance. Chick lit is about finding fulfillment in life, which can involve romance, too. That’s what I think Baby, Not Tonight is really about—two characters falling in love as part of the process of finding fulfillment in their lives.
Milla and Hunter have abandoned their dreams. Milla, because she’s lost the life she envisioned for herself with Jean-Luc, her French lover, and living and working in Paris. Now she’s back in NYC, stuck in a dead-end job, and disillusioned. Hunter has never lived his dreams, first with the woman he’s loved since college, and then his lifelong goal to travel the world. The few trips he’s taken overseas have been road trips for his investment banking firm, brief pit stops between flights to the major capitals of the world. In case you didn’t already pick up on this, the theme of my story is dreams. Dreams lost, dreams unfulfilled, dreams that change, and dreams that are fulfilled in unexpected ways.
There are other common tropes I could name for chick lit—first person narrator, cosmopolitan city, shoes—but these aren’t essential. My book does have the cosmopolitan setting—NYC—but it also has third person multiple points of view, and only limited footwear. I’m still classifying it as chick lit.
If you’re a writer, you know the rule: Write what you know. I emphatically believe you should write what you don’t know. You find out such interesting stuff that way. For example, while researching vodka bars I discovered bison grass herbal vodka is an aphrodisiac. So of course, I had to include it in my book. Unnatural Instincts, coming at the end of this month has lots of details about the occult. I offer instruction on how to perform a spirit-cleansing for those of you who might need it. I love these kinds of factoids. In the book I’m writing now, Politically Incorrect, which is due out in February, I have a group of friends who regularly play poker. During my research, I stumbled across a great tip from a poker expert that will increase your odds of winning Texas hold‘em. I’m a terrible poker player, so I can’t wait to check this tip out. Of course, I had to put it in my book. In my opinion, research is an invaluable resource for plotting help, characterization, and facts that create verisimilitude in your story world and setting. I create outlandish, quirky plots about things I mostly know next to nothing about and dive in. That’s how I ride.
Baby, Not Tonight is still in its self-publishing infancy, although some reviews have started to trickle in. I am so grateful to the readers who take the time to review anyone’s books, not just mine. Think about it. In their busy lives, they’re parceling out valuable time to share their opinions to help other readers find a good read. My favorite review so far is from a guy who recommends my book to other men because it’s funny and he thinks they will enjoy it too. My favorite quote from him is about the sex in my book. He says the sex is “steamy, but tasteful.” I swear I’m going to use that on my Amazon Author’s Page. I grin every time I think about it. I don’t even know what that means. Condoms? Vanilla sex? No messy bodily fluids?
Baby, Not Tonight is supposed to be a funny, light entertainment with maybe a few insights. That’s my dream and I hope I achieved it. As a final note, here were no animals injured in the writing of my book, the sex is R-rated (but tasteful,) and there are no bearded men. I hope you’ll read it.
Dre Sanders bio: The bare facts about me are I’m an Air Force brat, divorced, and I live in Texas. In the interests of full disclosure, I don’t have an open carry permit, I believe in evolution, I’ve never been saved (it’s probably too late anyway), and I’m a progressive liberal. Obviously, Texas is not my spiritual home. I also have two dogs—Antoinette and Wolfgang—a barking duo of fluffy fur and territorial instincts.
Nobody who writes comedy is totally normal. Our worldview is too skewed. I’m a college dropout, wannabe hippie from the seventies (I missed the boat on that one), and for the past 23 years, I’ve mostly failed as a consultant, although I’m exonerating myself on that one at least a little because my clients just wouldn’t listen. There’s enough fodder in my past to write comedy for the rest of my life.
I’m just hoping I don’t fail as a writer. Based on precedent, my chances don’t look too good. I loved fairy tales as a kid, which I think translates into my love of romance. I don’t live what I write—which would be awesome—but life isn’t a romantic comedy. Basically, because sometimes life sucks.
I write romantic comedy as an escape for my readers for when their lives suck, too. I also blog at http://www.romanceisacomedy.com with my musings about love, romance, and relations between the sexes, all with a touch of humor throw in.
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