70 Books (Tara Taylor Quinn)

That’s it.  That’s me.  70 Books.  As of today, July 1, 2015, with the release of:

OnceUponAFriendshipIt’s a second milestone as well.  Once Upon a Friendship is my first novel with the Harlequin Heartwarming program.  This series is like Superromance without graphic sex and language.  Or, as I think of it, don’t over do the swearing or body parts.  The stories are as deep, as complex, the people are like the rest of our friends.  I’m incredibly happy with Once Upon a Friendship.  It’s the story of three college friends, two girls and a guy, who’ve become like family.  They buy a historic apartment building in downtown Denver, to save the homes of elderly residents who’d been given their moving orders.  One of the friends owns the popular coffee shop on the first floor.  And ttq style, things get all mucked up.  There’s a crime, a bodyguard, a family no one knew existed…and a friendship that is being challenged at its very core.

To celebrate #70 I thought I’d give you a peek back:

My very first published book: YesterdaysSecretsNumber 10 click for eBook:

HeartofChristmas Number 20 was listed on the Amazon top selling Superromances this month.  Click for eBook:

JustAroundTheCorner

Number 30 is a Kindle deal right now!  Just 1.99:

StreetSmart

Number 40 is based on my parent’s true life love story Click for eBook:

TheNightWeMet

Number 50 Click for eBook:

ADaughter'sTrust Number 60 was also on the Amazon Superromance Bestseller List this month!  Click for eBook:

It'sNeverTooLate

You can see there are a lot of different kinds of stories in the ttq library!  But they all have the signature in depth, psychological look at life.  Every step of the journey.  Every beat of the heart!

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Get Out on Top (Tara Taylor Quinn)

Summer with TTQ Banner smallerI’ve been thinking a lot about right and wrong.  What’s right for one might not be right for another.  We have tough choices to make sometimes.  Choices that are right in one perspective and wrong in another.  Choices where someone is going to get hurt no matter what we do.  These kinds of challenges can be road blocks beyond which we never get past.  We become frozen, unable to move for fear of going the wrong way.  And sometimes not moving is the worst choice of all.  Because then everyone gets hurt.

I believe we have all been given a tool, an internal GPS, to guide us around the road blocks.  To help us choose the road that is the one we are meant to travel.  Or a road that will allow us to fulfill our purpose.  Or a purpose.  It’s not the mind, at this point, that can help us.  The mind is the thing stopping us.  At this critical point, it is only our hearts that can guide us.  Not to be confused with emotions.  Our emotions, depending on which one is reigning supreme, create many of life’s greatest troubles.  But our hearts, that sense of internal peace, is the ultimate guide.  Get to a place where you can quiet your mind.  Where no one’s voice is influencing you.  Including your own internal critic.  Just find a peaceful moment.  And in that peace, ask your question.  You will get a sense of knowing.

Every time in my life, when I’ve acted on that peaceful sense of knowing, I have been able to live with myself in the consequences.  When I act on emotion, or thinking, alone, I almost always have regrets.

The knowing isn’t always there.  It doesn’t always answer when I want it to.  Sometimes I have to sit for weeks, or longer, revisiting the peaceful place, until I ‘know’.  Sometimes we are meant to wait.

I have always told my daughter, from the time she was very young, to listen to her heart.  That is my prayer for everyone.  It is the only answer.

And for those of you who aren’t at a road block and just want to enjoy the day…Here’s a little fun chance to win a VISA gift card, a t-shirt and free books:

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Midweek Madness (Tara Taylor Quinn)

I am skidding in here a bit late, but Storybroads has been on my mind all week.  We’ve been around a while.  Since the dawn of blogging.  I can’t measure the value of that.  I’m just glad to be here.

I’m in the midst of an on-line book tour.  Instead of taking away from that, I hope you’ll all join me.  I’m on many many new sites this week – all entertaining, informative, well read book sites.  Like storybroads, they just feel good.  Please gift yourself with a moment to stop in.  Look around.  Read some of the posts.  Enter some of the giveaways.  You don’t have to comment, just click.

Today’s stops are:

Deal Sharing Aunt

Lisa Is a Bookworm

Brooke Blogs

And for a complete listing of tour information:

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My Talisman (Tara Taylor Quinn)

GloriaThis is Gloria.  I first met her twenty years ago.  I’d written a book and it had been published.  I was at one of my very first group book signings.  The event had been arranged by the head librarian at the Velma Teague Library in Glendale Arizona.  Her name was Shelley Mosley.  Shelley is a writer.  A librarian.  Mostly she’s a lover of people and books.  And she could sure throw a party.  I felt like royalty a I sat there among some of the romance industry’s greats.  USA Today and New York Times bestsellers.  We signed books right outside the library.  We had our own door into a private room where we kept our things.  And where Shelly had laid out a catered spread of lunch foods.  And there I was.  A brand new author.  With one book to sign.  I didn’t figure I’d sell many books.  I didn’t think anyone would know me.  I wasn’t one of the greats.  But a small woman with a big smile came right up to me.  She’d read my book already.  She was happy to be able to meet me.  She was the first person who had ever approached me simply because of my writing.  She didn’t know me at all.  We’d never met.  My writing connected us.

I have felt connected to Gloria ever since.  That signing in Glendale has changed over the years.  Shelley Mosley retired.  The library no longer hosts the group of authors.  But he city of Glendale still welcomes us as part of it’s annual Chocolate Affair.  I still attend every year.

This year I sat among great authors.  Bestsellers.  And now I am a bestseller.  A USA Today Bestseller.  I don’t just have one book to my credit anymore.  I sat there with seventy-three titles to my name.  I was happy to be there.  I watched.  And I waited.  Would Gloria make it?

Every year since that first signing, every year for twenty years, Gloria has walked from her apartment in downtown Glendale, to the Chocolate Affair to buy romance novels.  Every time she comes, she asks for me.  And if I’m not there, she comes back when I will be there.  Last year she’d been in the hospital for almost a month.  Had gotten out not long before the Chocolate Affair, and that morning she got up, got dressed in one of her colorful outfits, did her hair and walked up to see me.  She told me about her hospital stay.  And she grinned as she had me sign books.

This year it was cold.  Drizzling on and off.  I didn’t really expect to see Gloria, but I thought about her.  As I always do.  And then…there she was.  By herself as always.  With her hair done and her pretty clothes and that smile on her face.  She uses a walker, but keeps pace with the crowd.  And she comes up to me and smiles.  I’m ninety now, she tells me.  She has me sign books.  And she tells me she hopes she’ll see me next year.

I don’t know Gloria’s last name.  I don’t know what family she does or does not have.  I don’t know what she did, who she was.  I know what she is.  A very special spirit who is an angel in my life.  She is my talisman.  My reminder that my purpose is to write because my writing goes out into the world and touches people.  My reminder that every single one of us have something to offer.  That we all are equally important and our jobs our equally important.  Gloria might have been a senator.  Or a janitor.  She might be the mother of a president or might never have had children at all.  And she is one of the greats.  She taught me to get up every day and walk to the table.  And that smiles are worth more than just about anything.

Thank you, Gloria.  I hope my stories give you a small bit of what you’ve given to me over the years.  You are here with me forever.

Friday the 13th—a typical day in the life of SUSAN KEARNEY

A woman’s work is never done.

Readers always ask me what a typical day in my life is like. So since you asked . . .

My husband wakes me up each morning with a kiss and a homemade breakfast in bed.  As I sip fresh-squeezed orange juice, I read a note from the President of Mars. She’s asking for my help in solving the crime of the century—who broke into her bedroom and stole her diary?  Oh, wait—maybe the note’s from the Director of the Inter-solar space force?  I can’t quite read the messy signature.

While I ponder the puzzle, my robot has laid out my clothes.  My house is immaculate due to a bevy of busy house bots.  The nanny has dressed and fed the kids, the hovercar has driven them off to school.  My husband has left  me a surprise gift on my dresser—a little ten-carat diamond geegaw.  While the diamonds don’t quite match my size zero outfit, I wear the diamond tiara anyway, knowing it was the thought that counted.

I hop on my private spaceship (which takes off from my private island’s backyard landing strip, of course) and fly to Mars to interview the suspects.  I solve the crime in ten minutes.  It turns out the Martian’s President’s pooch had decided her leather-bound diary made perfect munching material and hidden the diary under the bed.      

Between adventures, Sue waits for the handsome husband and adoring family to come home.

 After a tasty lunch of champagne and caviar, I’m back on a spaceship bound for home, the solar system once again safe. After my massage, I take a warm bath, eat chocolate and wait for my adoring family to come home.

 Okay. Okay.  Seriously.  Sitting in front of a computer and typing away is not exactly Earth shattering-exciting material. Writing books is hard, it doesn’t burn enough calories, and it’s isolating.  Yet, it’s really fun, too. When I finally come up for air, I’m always surprised to find out how much time has passed.

I love the job; the best part is creating danger and romance on other worlds from the safety of my office.  And if I’m getting old and tired, I just step into my time machine and take myself to the future—where I can get an entire body replacement. And all my books have become Inter- Galactic best sellers.

In Sue Kearney’s universe, outer space is densely populated by handsome, brave, and sexy men.

If you’d like to find out more about me or more about my books, I’m at www.susankearney.com.

Here’s a direct link to one of my latest books: http://tinyurl.com/ljl37oy