Archive for January, 2008

Here Come The Grooms!

Thursday, January 31st, 2008

Remember last year when Liz Fielding, Kate Walker and I had books out in February and they were all about brides?

We got together and had a Here Come the Brides! contest, run by our lovely heroines.

Only our heroes, Theo, Max and Dom were not to be outdone. Before we knew it they’d organized a “Here Come the Grooms!” contest and basically took over. Well, they’re men. What do you expect?

This year we decided to harness all that energy right from the start. So this year while the brides plan their weddings, my Flynn, Kate’s Raul and Liz’s Tom are going to be putting on a “Here Come the Grooms” contest, part II.

Who are these guys?

Well over the next few days, we’ll get to that. You can meet each of them here, one by one. Or you can — and I hope you will — drop by Liz’s blog and Kate’s blog or websites and meet Tom and Raul there.

In the meantime, you’ve all seen the cover for One-Night Love Child (or if you haven’t, scroll down to the entry below). Now let me introduce you to Flynn.

When Sara (and I) met Flynn Murray, she was nineteen, he was twenty-six and I was old enough to be writing my forty-ninth book. It was called The Great Montana Cowboy Auction, and the heroine was Polly McMaster, Sara’s mother.

It was a single-title and there were a lot of characters — most of them Polly’s children, as I recall — and the oldest was Sara.

Sara was a wonderful foil for Polly. Polly multi-tasked in her sleep. She had to. She was a widow with children, dogs, cats, a widowed mother, and an inability to say no to good ideas. Sara was organized, straightforward, focused, idealistic. She was going to go to medical school and save, if not the world, at least her little corner of it. She had Plans, Ambitions, Goals.

And then she met Flynn.

The first time they met she knocked him off his feet. Literally. And he returned the favor, figuratively and literally both.

Glib, charming, Irish to his toes, Flynn Murray was a journalist covering a story. He was a here-today, gone-tomorrow sort of guy. In fact he stuck around three days. Something of a record for a guy like Flynn.

And he was as enchanted with Sara as she was with him. Something between them just clicked.

But it was the wrong time. The wrong place. And he was the wrong man.

Flynn knew that, even if Sara didn’t.

He wasn’t a settling down sort of guy. He had places to go, things to do. And he was honorable enough to have left her untouched. Or he would have been if she hadn’t showed up at his hotel room that last night and, in her honest Sara way, challenged him about what had been happening between them.

A man only had so much self control.

And that night Flynn reached the end of his. It was wrong, and he knew it. She’d hate him, he knew that, too. But how was he supposed to resist the woman who wrapped her arms around him and told him she wouldn’t hate him at all?

Well, he didn’t.

But he did leave. He had nothing to give her. And besides, Sara had goals and dreams of her own. He wasn’t a part of them. He had no right to upset them.

But faced with Sara’s idealism, he found the determination to find goals and dreams of his own.
And when he left he didn’t look back. He spent the next five years covering stories from hot-spots all over the globe.

Fast forward six years and, just like John Lennon promised, life happened to both Flynn and Sara while they were making other plans.

Flynn, raised as the spare, suddenly became the heir and just a few months ago, the ninth Earl of Dunmorey.

And Sara — well, Sara was almost as good a multi-tasker as her mother as she raised her five year old son.

Their paths might never have crossed again — if a letter Sara letter wrote years ago hadn’t finally caught up with him, and Flynn hadn’t discovered he had a son.

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To enter the Here Come the Grooms! contest, you will need to answer three questions, one each from Flynn, Raul and Tom. Then go to each of our website contest pages (here’s mine) and send us the answers. Or you can send an email to me through the ‘contact Anne’ tab on the sidebar of my webpage if you have trouble making the send entry gizmo work.

There will be three drawings on March 1st — one by each hero — and the winners get copies of all three books!

Flynn’s question is: What story did he come to Montana to cover when he met Sara in the first place?

You can find the answer on my blog or in the excerpt to One-Night Love Child on my website. You can get Tom’s and Raul’s questions on Liz’s and Kate’s blogs. Have fun!

Hero Appeal

Tuesday, January 29th, 2008


The last week or so we’ve been talking about heroes — which ones are memorable, what you look for in a hero, what the traits of a hero are.

Margaret McDonagh
, who writes for Mills & Boon medicals, pointed out a salient characteristic that seems to sell books even though we authors generally have no control over it — the cover.

In particular, the hero on it.

If you read the comments the other day, Mags wrote to tell me how lucky I was to have a Nathan Kamp cover.

And because I am out of the loop these days with regard to the cover art (this wasn’t always the case, as my editors can tell you), I said, “Who?” And then I said, “Did he paint it?”

Mags said he did not. She said he was the gorgeous guy masquerading as Flynn.

I think he did a pretty good job. He certainly can be Flynn any time he wants as far as I’m concerned. I didn’t have him in mind for Flynn because I didn’t know he existed, but I must admit he makes it a very pick-up-able cover and I owe the artist big-time for that one.

I used to send in pictures — scrap, they call it in the art department. But the truth is that doing so actually get some of the heroes I wanted on my covers.

But recently, fixated by a certain man in a towel, I haven’t seen the point. They’d never get him!

Still, like the people who buy books because of the cover (yes, I’ve done it, too!), I like to know what my hero looks like. I like to have a man in mind to envision in the scenes I’m writing.

And I very much appreciate it when the artist comes up with someone who looks remotely like I pictured him.

For a while there I got the same man on lots of my covers. Nineteen of them, I think, at last count. Maybe twenty-three counting reprints. I don’t recall right now.

I didn’t complain. In fact, as often as possible, I asked for him. He was, to my mind, in almost every case, the perfect “McAllister hero.”

And when he wasn’t, I had another hero in reserve who fit the bill for all the rest. Between the two of them, I could cast almost every book — providing myself with a tycoon or a cowboy or a ballplayer or a fireman or a photographer or a woodworker or almost anything I could think of.

It made life simple. It made me like the looks of my heroes. And it saved oodles of time doing the art sheets.

And whenever I got either of those guys, I was pleased. Sometimes more pleased than others, I admit, but only because some artists’ renderings appealed more than others. Some were better artists, some caught more clearly the essence of the story.

I loved my first Dream Chasers cover. One of the later ones I quite liked, too. I was fond of MacKenzie’s Baby and Call Up The Wind and Finn’s Twins! They all caught both the hero and the feel of the book.

But sometimes, they don’t even have to do that. The last really terrific cover I had — before Flynn — was The Inconvenient Bride.

Once I got over the Alp in the Bahamas and the fact that the book mostly took place in New York City, I embraced it as my own. Who cared that in the book the heroine had purple hair and the hero was a straight-arrow tycoon (well, mostly), it is my very own From Here To Eternity cover, it has great people on it, and even though the story mostly takes place in New York City, I’m delighted by it.

It feels right. And that’s Dominic. Period.

I care that the people are right on the covers, that they fit the book even if the setting doesn’t always get there. I like the mood to work and reflect the tone of the story. The Inconvenient Bride reflected the emotion between Dominic and Sierra.

And I think One-Night Love Child‘s artist caught the emotion between the hero and heroine. Mostly I think he caught the hero. I can look at it and say, “Yep, that’s Flynn.”

What about you — readers and writers? Do you pick up books by the cover? Do you care? Do you put books down if you hate the cover?

Does the portrayal of the hero matter?

He did it!

Sunday, January 27th, 2008

No question about it.

Seb’s my hero.

I don’t know how he’s going to deal with Neely. Frankly, I don’t care.

All I know is, after standing there last night watching me flail about and bang my head against my computer in frustration, he said, “Let me” — in just the right tone of voice.

No condescension. No “I can do it better than you, stupid woman.” No “move over and let the expert at it.”

Just a quiet, “Let me.” With even a hint of question in his voice.

Who knew he had it in him to be tactful?

So I let him. I’m a sucker for polite.

He didn’t know how to do it either. Not at first. And he did a bit of cursing under his breath and muttering about software design and more especially about the folks who write manuals without telling you anything you want to know. But he persevered.

I got on with writing my book review for another project, and periodically I checked with him. Once, early on, he kind of smiled wryly and said, “Why isn’t Flynn Murray doing this? It’s his book.”

Which it is — I needed to put up the cover for One-Night Love Child on my website, which is what started all of this.

But before I could reply, he said, “Never mind. We’re almost there.”

And, amazingly enough, we were.

Or he was. Anyway, he did it!

He got the colors matched and the layers fiddled with and a little consultation between him and my webmistress, and voila, we have a cover — on the website, properly tilted, with the right color background. And a preliminary contest page, too. He got them both up — despite the error messages and “you can’t do that” flashing signs.

My hero. Mr Competence.

Kate Walker would tell you that’s one of the hallmarks of an Anne McAllister hero. He gets the job done. He is — whatever else he might not be — competent.

I owe Seb a story for that.

He just lifted one of those very expressive brows and said, “Oh, yeah? I do you a good deed and you think that gives you license to make me suffer?”

Obviously he had been listening to our discussion about what makes a hero great.

“Not suffer,” I said. “Well not much. Only so you’ll grow. Change. Become more than you already are.”

“More?” he said. The brow hiked a little higher. Then that gorgeous knee-wobbling grin flashed at me. “As in . . . even bigger?”

Men!

Of course, I ignored him. “Scram!”

He was still laughing when he went out of the room.

But now that he’s gone, I can tell you that I do admire competence in a hero. And honor — and a sense of humor.

Yes, I think Seb will make it as a hero, after all.

In the meantime, let me know what you think about a hero with a sense of humor. Does it work for you? Or not?

Is passion serious stuff? Too serious to laugh? Why? Why not?