Monday, October 19, 2015

Fall . . . Southern style . . . and other changes

It's finally fall here in the south. More importantly, it's October, my favorite month. I have so many wonderful memories associated with this month . . . football games, homecoming parades, festivals attended with family and friends. We get our first break from the oppressive heat and humidity down here. It's a chance to open my windows, let the cool, dry breezes replace the filtered air-conditioning. A chance to enjoy the changing colors in the beautiful fall landscape.

October is also my birthday month. In December of last year, just after I'd cut one more notch in the "creeping ever closer to sixty" belt, I realized that the characters in my previous series are closer to my children's ages than my own. For the most part, they were about thirty-something-year-old men and women looking for love or advancement in careers. They are wonderful characters--they really are. Unfortunately, as I flipped the calendar on my fifty-seventh year of living, I was reminded that I have little in common with them. As I age, I change, as do my priorities, tastes, opinions, etc. Yes, I realize it's socially unacceptable to openly admit one's age, but isn't that an unrealistic attitude? I accept that my author shot, taken several years ago, is the best I'm ever going to look. I've chosen to embrace my age. I'm a mother, and a grandmother . . . I've earned these lines around my eyes, dammit!

So what's an aging author to do?  She changes her writing style. 

It all started while writing the last installment of the Cathryn and Zachary stories I created for the Seasons of Love anthology series. Cathryn's mom, Ellen, widowed but still a very vibrant woman, begins dating again, and eventually remarries. At the end of Full Circle Christmas, Zachary's father, John Michael, makes an appearance and sees an old classmate of his, one he'd had a crush on back in junior high. I had so much fun writing the subplot stories of these characters, because I could relate to them easier. I decided to run with it.

Thus, the birth of a brand new series in a baby boomer style genre, Prime of Love. Book one, "Running Out Of Rain", continues with John Michael Ferguson's story, as well as his old classmate, Cynthia Ellender. The story deals with the loss of spouses, of parents, of siblings, and the reemergence of old friendships and new loves. While I don't have erotically described sex scenes, the heat is still present. The older characters, namely John Michael's dad, J.D. Ferguson, add a great deal of humor to the stories in this series, something I'm getting better at writing. 

So, if you're looking for something just a little different, check out my Prime of Love series.

Eventually, all storms break for a little sunshine . . .
Prime of Love Series Book 1: Running Out Of Rain

Which led to Book Two, "Hanging On To Hope", the story of John Michael's first cousin, Clay Andrews, who meets Cynthia's younger sister, Allie Sarver. 

Sometimes you need to lose all hope in order to find true strength . . .
Prime of Love Series Book 2: Hanging On To Hope
So, embrace your "maturity", and accept that books about mature relationships don't necessarily have to rule out romance, or passion, or love.

As a matter of fact, loving after fifty has never been so damn good.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Beach Read Authors: Making the Most of Life...No Regrets!

Beach Read Authors: Making the Most of Life...No Regrets!: Today, our very own Lori Leger shares her thoughts on living life to its fullest... During lunch with friends this past Friday, I heard so...

Monday, March 10, 2014

Monday, January 6, 2014

Writing Inspiration . . . Where do I find it?

Writing Inspiration . . . 

Admittedly, I’ve found mine scouring book covers online, stock photo sites, snapshots of actors, models, cover models, body builders, body builders that moonlight as cover models, talk show hosts, etc, etc., etc.  I found inspiration for my upcoming book entirely by accident.

I’d been researching Marines in Afghanistan and wanted to know a little bit about their daily life over there. What do they do in their down time, do they even have down time, do they have access to Facebook, Twitter, Skype, cell phones or texting to keep in touch with their loved ones at home? How do the loved ones at home handle the long separations? How do the long separations affect their relationships? 

Since I’m phenomenally good at procrastinating, and Facebook plays a large part in that procrastination, I thought it was only fair to turn to the site for help. I simply sent out a feeler. I posted a comment, asking for anyone who knew of someone with personal experience and who wouldn’t mind giving me some info. I got an immediate response from an elementary school teacher in my home town of Gueydan, LA, whose son, a Marine, had recently left the Corps.  She gave me his name, tagged him in the message, and I contacted him. Not only has Corporal Ben Bonin proven to be a wealth of information for me, he’s turned into a dear friend as well. He and his girlfriend, Haley Broussard, were so helpful to me in researching my previous book, MEAGAN’S MARINE, I decided to write them in that book as secondary characters.  Their roles were so promising, that I eventually decided to give them their own book.

I wanted to meet them in person, so we met at a lovely seafood restaurant called the Regatta LA Seafood & Steakhouse, in Ben’s hometown of Lake Arthur, a town I’d spent lots of time in my previous life/marriage.

The Regatta Restaurant

I sat there for two and a half hours, taking pages of notes, as these two young adults regaled me with stories of their personal experiences. Ben Bonin comes from a fine family in a small town. He was a good kid, athletic, respectful, and responsible. Or as they say where I come from, "He was raised right". Tall and broad shouldered, with brown hair, hazel eyes and a kind smile, he looked like a clean cut, all American boy next door.

Ben Bonin

Ben gave me so much insight to what life in Afghanistan was like for him. He’d been deployed twice, that’s two 7 month deployments to Afghanistan. He described so many things, like the act of ‘digging in’ while deployed and out on a mission. That’s digging a hole, in the cover of complete darkness, large enough for the entire team of four men to hide inside. Here's a view from inside one.

He told me how, when waiting inside that hole for members of the Taliban to reveal themselves while setting out road bombs, the wind would blow that desert sand in a steady and repeated mind-numbing pattern that hit their helmets right at eye level. He told me about narrowly missing a road bomb himself once.  He described the feeling of weeks or months of dirt and sand build up, caked upon his skin. Wipes are a piss poor substitution for soap and fresh water, a rarity in the desert, but they were better than nothing. When he got home, he’d take three or four baths a day . . . simply because he could.  

Ben described how thoughts of his girl waiting for him back at home filled his days that were not occupied with missions. How images of her invaded his dreams as he slept. He tried to tell me how sick he got of eating the same old MRE’s--so sick that everything got to taste the same. How his mom sent him bags of Ramen noodles, his favorite meal when mixed with plain old oatmeal. Yes, you read correctly—oatmeal mixed with Ramen noodles and eaten as one meal, simply because it wasn’t the same old crap. . . nom, nom, nom!

Then I turned to Haley, a pretty, fresh-faced girl with big brown eyes and auburn hair. A girl who'd grown up in another small town not far from where I live now, and rode horses all her life. She’s competed in rodeos for years, and I’ve seen enough of the footage to know she’s damn good at it.

“What was it like to have the man you loved so far away, Haley?” I asked her.

She turned to Ben, linked her hand in his, and stared into his eyes.  She told me about the three torturous weeks with no word from him. How she moped around the house, bit her nails, ate sunflower seeds by the pound, tried to sleep a lot to make the time pass, jumped at every phone call, checked her Facebook account constantly (in case her phone wouldn’t ring), snapped at her poor mother, and finally screamed when the caller ID showed his number. How she couldn’t speak for a moment, her relief was so great. How they talked until they couldn’t anymore because someone else needed the phone. And how, once the call ended, she started all over again with worrying about the love of her life until he made it back to the Battalion Base so she could see his face during Skype calls. 

She told me about his thoughtful and romantic acts—actually admits that he’s more romantic than she is. Earlier, Ben had bragged to me in a text message about how romantic he was—I had laughed, then answered that I’d have to hear that from her mouth before believing it. As it turns out, this particular Marine could give lessons on being romantic. Maybe it’s because he knew how easy it was to lose everything in a flash. He arranged to have a single fresh rose sent to her every Monday. I know, right? Sigh...  And how he rented a stretch Hummer for her 21st birthday for her and all of her friends.

She told me that he insisted that she fly with HIS family to meet him in Hawaii after his deployment.


 She also said how he arranged to have rose petals spread all over their hotel room, from the door to the bed, with candles lit and everything.

“Seriously?” I asked. 

Haley looked at Ben, and beamed up at her sweet Marine, as he sent me a slightly sheepish grin and nodded. Only slightly, I emphasize, because he was totally confident and proud of his actions.


How could I not fall in love with this couple? It was inevitable. That’s when I decided that book would not only share some of their experiences, but that I had to have these two beautiful people on the cover of what I would forever consider to be their book. I mean—just look at these two!

They are both such bright, young, responsible and respectable adults. When I first met them, both were students, and Ben worked part time. Since then, Haley has graduated from Lamar University in medical sonography. Ben should be graduating from technical college in May and is working as an electrician’s helper during the week. 

I expect an invitation to their wedding one day. I’ve already told him I hope he wears his dress blues. (My dad was a Marine also, and I admit I have a weakness for Marines in uniform.) I expect to see them have beautiful children one day. I know they are wonderful people who will contribute something good to this world. And if they never do another thing, they will have inspired me to write a story based somewhat upon their unfailing love.  I haven’t finished the book yet, so I haven’t scheduled the photo shoot for the cover. I have some ideas about what I want. I guess I’ll have to wait and see if they pan out for the book cover. As of now, the title for their book, a work in progress, is RAINY SEASON, but that is subject to change.

Sometimes life can influence fantasy in a good way.
Have a good one!
Author with Cajunflair Publishing

Saturday, October 5, 2013

MEAGAN'S MARINE Halos & Horns: Book 3

Okay folks, it's finally here! Available for immediate download through Amazon Available in Paperback within a couple of days.

This one was slow coming out due to my mom's passing away. I apologize for the delay and hope you enjoy this one. It's a little different for first with paranormal elements, and boy, was it fun to write!

If you enjoy reading it, please consider leaving a review on Amazon or Good Reads!

Thanks all!


Can he take on the mother and son challenge before she decides he’s not worth the risk?

It’s tough going for single mom, Meagan Hutton. She has to keep up with an active three-year-old son, her job as bartender extraordinaire at Red’s nightclub, and her online college classes—all while doing whatever she can to make ends meet. Throw in paranormal activity of the creepy kind, happening with disturbing frequency in her home, and she’s struggling just to stay sane. The last thing she needs is a handsome, though hesitant, Marine sniffing around her or her son.

Master Sergeant Mitchell Hebert, recently retired from the U.S. Marines, likes keeping things simple. He’s had an easy time of it, right up until a pretty barmaid with a Texas twang crept her way into every thought his last several months in the middle east. When they met a year ago, a relationship seemed promising, until he discovered she was a package deal. Turns out, her ex-fiancĂ©, a fellow Marine who lost his life in Afghanistan, left her with a son to raise on her own…and a little something extra.

Note from the author:

The Halos and Horns series is filled with new characters you’ll love, along with frequent appearances of old favorites from my La Fleur de Love series. Enjoy!

~ Lori Leger ~