On Tap With The Teej…

Blove-and-wisdom-memeeautiful way to start one’s Tuesday?

By having the sexy and stunning Sheri Velarde Stoker on my blog to dish on her latest book in The Gods Behaving Badly Series: Love and Wisdom. The floor is yours babe!

Writing What You Know vs. What Interests You

There are many opinions about what authors should write about. One is that we should write about what we know. As a romance author, I suppose that is true to some point. We all know the human experience and love, in one shape or another. We all interact with others and know how relationships work or don’t work in some cases. And as much as I do put my own experiences into writing, I also believe that you should write about not just what you know, but also write about what interests you.

I have always loved mythology and it is that love and interest that led to my Gods Behaving Badly series. Greek mythology is full of characters that I want to explore, drama already built into them that I can expand on and make my own. Seriously, who could be better to write a steamy romance series about than naughty gods? I have so much fun putting ancient figures into modern times, giving them my own spin, and seeing how they react.

The very first short in this series, Looted, was originally meant to be one story for an anthology. However the response from the first one was so good and I started to get more ideas for the characters, so a series was born. As I am now releasing Book 5, Love and Wisdom, I am entering edits on Book 6 and there are at least six more books in the series planned. I am having fun recreating some of the mythological creatures and the trouble they get into. While there is a larger overarching mystery in the Gods Behaving Badly series, each book in and of itself is a love story between a couple. That is how I am combining what I know with what I am interested in. I get to research gods of old as I write about the human experience, which is what I really love about writing.



The next morning dawned with Athena feeling apprehensive yet powerful at the same time. She had forgotten how the gods fed each other’s powers. Zeus had done his job well by turning them all against one another before his hostile takeover. They were all weaker now, but she sensed that was slowly diminishing. The gods were becoming powerful once more. The question was why.

She went into the kitchen to find Bruce already there and cooking. “You cook too? My sister certainly lucked out when she found you. If you don’t mind me saying, you are much more intelligent and down to earth than her usual consorts. I like you, which is rare for me to like anyone.” Bruce looked at her cursorily, clearly not sure what to say, so she clarified a bit. “Don’t look so perplexed, Detective. I am just stating the facts, not coming on to you. I play for the other team, as you said last night.”

“Sophia was right. You certainly are blunt, even for a god.” Bruce chuckled and slid a plated omelet her way. “Janine will be here at ten. She took the assignment as a favor for me. Of that, I am certain. We do need to come up with a plausible story of events, so we do not have to try to explain that you and Sophia are ancient gods.”

They ate in companionable silence, Athena assumed both thinking of a cover story. Soon enough, Sophia joined them. Athena marveled at how enjoyable it was to share a meal with others, to work on a plan someone else. She began to realize how lonely she had become having no contact with her family, or anyone for that matter, and found herself envying the closeness between Bruce and Sophia. She had a reputation for being cold and untouchable, but she needed love just like any other being. She just hadn’t experienced it in so long that she’d grown used to the loneliness and to depending solely on herself. Now, though, seeing her sister and her empath together, all of her hidden feelings came bubbling up to the surface, and she ached with the pain she felt.

Luckily, she was saved by the bell from her musings, literally, as her doorbell rang and pulled her from her thoughts. “That must be your detective friend. I’ll let her in.” Glad for the distraction, she hurried to the door.

Athena tried to push her emotions back. She was a creature of facts and wisdom. Emotions made her feel unbalanced and out of control. She did not like to feel out of control, but it seemed the fates were making her feel just that at the moment for she got the shock of her long life when she opened her front door. A breathtaking woman in a suit stood there, looking strong and serious but friendly at the same time. While being quite the dark-haired exotic beauty, that was not what knocked Athena off her guard. Before her stood the second empath she had seen in the past two days after thinking them all extinct for over two thousand years.

“Hello, I am Janine Cho. A colleague of mine, Detective Bruce Stoker, asked me to meet him here?” Janine smiled, but Athena could see the confusion in the woman’s eyes from the power which no doubt surged through her being in the presence of a god for the first time.

Coming back to her senses and manners, Athena stepped back from the door. “Yes, please come in. I’m Athena, and Bruce called you on my behalf.” She could not help but preen a little, shaking her golden locks ever so slightly and straitening her stance to better show off her figure. She was no goddess of love, but had been greatly admired for her beauty, nonetheless, in the past. Suddenly, that seemed very important to her.

Love and Wisdom: Gods Behaving Badly Book 5

By Sheri Velarde

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readingAuthor Bio:

Sheri Velarde lives in New Mexico with her husband and their two dogs.

Being an avid reader since an early age, she has wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember. She has been writing all her life, but only recently started to actually try to pursue her dream of writing for a living. She specializes in all things paranormal and that go bump in the night. Her heart truly lies in exploring unknown worlds or adding the supernatural to our world. If it goes bump in the night or has magical connotations, Sheri writes about it.

She is constantly putting out new material with various publishers, so it is best to keep up with her on her website http://www.authorsherivelarde.weebly.com.

In her spare time Sheri is an artist, jewelry designer, independent comic writer/artist and freelance non-fiction writer. Hiking in the mountains, going to live concerts, art openings, museums, and hosting intimate dinner parties.




Once more, it is my entire honor to share the lovely Carolyn LaRoche today on mah blog!


Talk to us, Caro!

His lifelong dream turned into a haunting nightmare.

 Jamie Williams had his chance but blew it. A series of very bad choices not only destroyed his major league baseball career but brought a dishonor his family refused to forget. Exiled to a small Cape Cod town, a distant relative took pity on him and got him into the local fire department. His love of the game remained though and drew him back to the field–not as a player, but as the head coach of the Falmouth Troopers. Falling for a girl from New York who thought baseball, the only real love of his life, was just a bunch of guys standing around picking daisies was so not in his game plan.

Her summer in Cape Cod was supposed to be a new start.dito-ebook-cover

 When Mandy Gilman happened upon the chance to take her paramedic skills to Cape Cod for the summer, she packed up and didn’t look back. Mandy needed a serious change–an escape from the heavy disappointment in her parents’ eyes and the prying pity in her friends’ comments. The Cape was the perfect opportunity to find herself again under the warmth of the sun and relaxing sea breeze. She even let her new roommate drag her to a couple of ball games. Baseball bored her but watching some hot guys run the bases was better than sitting around feeling sorry for herself. The incredibly sexy coach who seemed determined to make her fall in love with him and the game didn’t hurt…

 Mandy has no intention of falling in love ever again, but Jamie has no plans to let her walk out of his life. He might have blown his past, but the feisty paramedic is his future. He has to convince her that a man who risks his life every day for strangers is worth risking his heart on. Can she let go of past heartache and let Jamie love her or will Mandy be the one left picking Daisies in the Outfield?

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She tore off some paper towel and offered that as well. They were quiet for a moment while he worked away the rest of the wetness and snots. “That’s going to hurt again when I get in the shower later.”

“I really am sorry. I didn’t expect—I mean, why were you following me anyway?”

“I just wanted to see if you liked the game.”

She shrugged. “It was okay.”

“Just okay?”

“I told you earlier, I just don’t get all the hype.”

He folded the towel and placed it on the porch rail. “It looked like you were enjoying it.”

“I’m good at faking.”

His eyes sparkled as a smile tugged at his lips. “I can’t imagine you’d ever have to fake anything.”

A rush of heat made its way from deep in her abdomen up over her chest and caused her cheeks to flame. She frowned, hoping to hide her response to his comment with feigned annoyance. “Do you make a habit of following women home after a game?”

“Only the cute ones.” He looked her in the eye and winked again.

Mandy picked up the towel and headed back to the door. “Sorry again about the spray. Next time, though, maybe you should just introduce yourself.”

“The boys played well today,” he called after her. “So, your faking was appropriate.”

She stopped and turned to look back at him. Even with watery, swollen eyes, he was fine to look at. Long dormant butterflies came to life and started dancing inside her as he looked at her. “I don’t get the excitement of grown men hitting things and then running around in circles.”

“Because you don’t understand the game. There is so much more to it than that.”

“Okay. If you say so.”

He held his hands in the air and stepped closer to the porch. “Don’t hurt me, I come in peace.” She watched as he climbed the porch steps and extended a hand to her. “Name’s Jamie Williams. I’m the head coach of the Falmouth Troopers and, if you give me time, I will convince you that baseball is the best game around. It’s as American as apple pie. You do like apple pie, don’t you?”

Apple pie?

She accepted his outstretched hand in hers. “Of course. I love apple pie. Who doesn’t? It’s baseball you’re never going to sell me on. I’m Mandy Gilman.”

He held her hand in both of his, bringing it to his lips and pressing a light kiss to the back of it. The action created an arc of electricity that shocked her. She snatched her hand away.

“So, Mandy Gilman, if you don’t love America’s game, what brought you to the Cape this summer?”

How did she answer that without having to tell him the whole sordid story? Jamie looked at her expectantly. She took a deep breath. “You already know I’m a paramedic and I thought a change of scenery might be nice for a bit.”

“So, you did know who I am.”

“Not until a few minutes ago. How does a baseball coach happen to also spend his spare time running into burning buildings?”

“It’s a hobby.”

Mandy laughed. “Running into burning buildings?”

“Baseball. We all have things we’re good at and then we have things we do because we have to.” His grin sort of made her want to find out what else he was good at.

“So, which is which?”

“Both. I’m good at both.” Oh, she imagined he was probably good at a lot of things.

“Funny, I had you pegged as a washed up ball player that never made it to the big leagues.” She had meant it as a joke but the words came out sounding anything but. A flash of hurt passed over his face but disappeared so quickly, she wasn’t even sure she had actually seen it.

“You might be on to something.”

“I’m sorry. That was rude of me.”

Jamie shrugged and smiled at her. “I had my chance but—family obligations, you know?”

She looked out over the dark street. “Yeah, I know. I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to sound like such a jerk. I—”

“It’s okay, really. It was a reasonable assumption given I eat, sleep, and breathe baseball from May to August. It’s genetic, I guess. Baseball runs in my family. I’ve got two cousins in the MLB, my dad was a pitching coach for several teams, and my grandfather may or may not have played ball with Babe Ruth.”

“Wow. Really?” She may not know baseball but everyone had heard of the Babe. The curse of the bambino was New England legend.

“It’s a family legacy. I’m the disappointment.”

“I don’t see why. I mean, if family was the reason?” Mandy dropped down into the porch swing, only a little surprised when Jamie sat down next to her.

“Because I coach a college rec league. Because my family is the first family of baseball and I prefer to work here, part time, and—God forbid—have a job that pays less than a million a year.”

Mandy pushed her toe against the floorboards to start the swing moving. “They think being a firefighter is a bad thing?”

“No. The real disappointment is that I am not coaching for the Red Sox or the Yankees or the Orioles. If I want to coach, I should be going big time, not in some rinky dink neighborhood league, according to my father. None of them can understand my dedication to my players.”

“Why are you so dedicated to a bunch of college kids?”

“Careers start here. Stars learn to shine. I am proud to be a part of that.”

“I will never understand the appeal of sports. Getting all sweaty and dirty and for what?” Mandy shrugged and released a sigh.

Jamie winked and grinned. “There’s something to be said for sweaty and dirty.”

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Carolyn LaRoche grew up in snow country but fled the cold and ice several years ago. She now lives near the beach with her husband and their two sons.  She’s been known to lug her laptop to the baseball fields and keeps a notebook by her bed to jot down the next big story idea in the wee hours of the night.




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