IT'S HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My book is officially released!

Many thanks to everyone who has helped me get here. I couldn't have done it without your support.
The reviews have been coming in for OBSIDIAN and they are very exciting. It's a bit unnerving to think that people are saying such great things about my writing! I'm loving it.

Coffeetime Romance says:

4 cups!

"Suspense, romance and intrigue this story definitely has all three. Ms. Oliver has done a fantastic writing a book that will have her readers eating up ever moment of this tale. This story will have you by the seat of your pants. So make sure to put it on your list of books to be read."

Romance Review Today says:
"An interesting and mysterious tale, OBSIDIAN will keep readers intrigued. "

Harriet Klausner says:
"OBSIDIAN is an entertaining investigative romantic suspense that hooks readers..."

Yeah for me!

I received a flyer in the mail from the campground that we stayed at when we were in Pennsylvania last year. We had been there before a couple of years before that when we took the kids to Hershey park. At that time my husband thought I was nuts to drag him so far from the park for a chance to camp about 30 minutes away. I did a lot of research and came up with a place called Mountain Creek Campground. It's a beautiful place at the base of some mountains with a lazy little creek that runs through the lower part of the campground. The first time that we were there the kids were very little and we were in a tent. Despite high temps we had a wonderful time so when we decided to head toward Gettysburg last summer we knew where we wanted to stay. This time we'd upgraded and bought a tent camper with a nice awning and sleeps plenty with space to share. We were excited as we drove the 12+ hours to get there. We set up next to the stream and dreamed exploring the area the next day. But during the night it started to rain... and rain... and rain some more. We did a few cautious trips about the area, but when we came back we found that the creek was rising. Still, we thought we were safe and we watched it through the night until it rose up under our picnic table... some feet from the bank of the creek. We moved the camper back thinking we would be safe, but by morning... this is what it looked like...








This is what it looked like in the morning. Our camper was parked next to this table. Most people would have bailed and headed for home at this point, especially since there was more rain forecast for the area. But not us. We hooked onto the camper and moved it to higher ground well above the stream with only a minor drainage ditch nearby. We went to Gettysburg as planned and managed to enjoy it. We even had a small break in the rain, enough for us to get to see the 20th Maine monument. But by the time we got back to the campground the water had risen more. The campers in the lower area were flooding (some were seasonals who leave their campers there during the week).









Being the nice Mainers that we are we helped people move their campers up from the lower area. My husband drove his truck through the floodwaters to help retreive gear and people and possessions and we helped move tables and chairs out the way of the now raging river. By nightfall we were watching as the owner pulled the huge campers out of the lower area with a tractor in an attempt to salvage what he could. We could see that the devastation was going to be phenominal and costly. When the water rose again and we knew we would have to drive out through 2 feet of water we packed the kids and the camper up and left at around midnight. We stopped long enough for coffee and hotdogs for the kids and headed back to Maine. As we crossed the mountains in Pennsylvania they were closing I-84 behind us and evacuating the towns because of danger to the dams. We drove until we hit the New York border and then slept for a few hours in the truck. We made it back to Maine about 14 hours after we left Pennsylvania.




Some have asked us if we would return again. We definitely would do it again. We saw a dedication in the people who run that campground and those staying there to protect and help others that isn't glimpsed much anymore. We would definitely do it again. And when people ask me where I get some of my crazy ideas for my stories. I tell them that they come from life... because without a little excitement, life would be pretty boring.

Border's First Chapter Contest

Check out Border's First Chapter Contest. For those who are unpublished this could be your chance at a contract and $5000... pretty sweet. Sounds like an interesting competition. You two could find yourself as the next Nora or Janet E.
I was eavesdropping at the grocery store the other day when I heard something very interesting. A man came through with a book by NY Times Bestselling Author. The cashier looked at it as she was scanning it and asked him if he'd read anything else by the author. He had. Granted, this is a very mundane conversation, but what surprised me most was when the customer commented that he liked the authors books because his style changes continually.

As writers we are told to define our voice, to create work that is recognizable. The customer was saying that he liked it when the writer mixed it up, chose a different genre (In this case they were suspense and what I would describe as women's fiction, not romance). He said that he got tired of authors who continually write the same book in a different setting.

Good point.

In a world of fast turn arounds, small shelf lives and Guerilla Marketing, the idea of changing your identity isn't something that is vastly promoted... And yet, here was a customer who liked it. Not everyone would, but for those who digest books like breakfast maybe there is something to be said for a little variety.

What do you think?

Just a few notes on the new year...

As the new year arrives and only 16 days until my book ships I find myself feeling like one of those rocket fireworks that has just been lit and is merely waiting for the fuse to get to the desired point for launching. I am breathlessly excited to the point of sleeplessness. Not that I sleep much as it is, but the weight of 12 years is bearing on my shoulders. This has been a long time coming and I only hope that there won't be those that read the book and wonder why I've bothered.
I know it seems a bit childish of me to admit to being scared as to what the critics will say, but I care greatly for what my family thinks after all this time.

I've spent some time reading today. Now, for most this would be nothing, but for me it is a bit of a guilty pleasure. Since I started truly dedicating myself to the writing I can count on one hand the days when I put it all aside to just enjoy reading a book. Two of those days have been spent reading Eloisa James.

If you haven't read her books yet then please hurry off and do so. My guilty pleasure has always been regency romances. I've loved them since my first Barbara Cartland and I show no signs of giving them up anytime soon. They've evolved over the years into a much more intense genre, breathing life, suspense, joy, love and so many more emotions into such a glittering, enthralling time period. Eloisa has such a gift for transporting her readers into the realm of regency that it nearly breaks my heart to put down her books. Not only that, but having met her at a recent conference I can tell you that she is an extremely sweet person to talk to... :) I devour her books and find myself unable to do anything else until the very last page. She has a voice that reminds me of English moors, women of strength and men who, despite their faults, have a generous loving nature inside. Run out and pick them up... they are worth whatever the cost...

Lastly, I wish everyone a joyous new year. May it be filled with love, hope and laughter.

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