Thursday, May 29, 2008

Slowly But Surely...


...I'm stepping out of the cave and into the light...

Just got a final read through to do and then I can come out to play. And the first thing I plan on doing is a SERIOUS catch up on this flipping blog!!! I have questions from as far back as Ask Trish Almost Anything to get through - heck, even Gabe has a few to do... then there's the horrible writing experience I had that I'm pretty much ready to talk about, stuff from this new book that I LOVE... my plans for the next one... my trip this summer...

Like I said. I've some catching up to do ;)

While you wait for me to read through one last time before I hit send you can come say hi at Totes, Bags N Blogs if you like. I'm talking about Fairy Dust - and there's a copy of Gabe up for grabs!!!

Friday, May 16, 2008

Gabe Looked Stunned...

Okay so as you may or may not know this weekend I'm in England to visit the very lovely Kate Walker and sit on a Mills & Boon panel at the Lincoln Literary Festival with Kate, Natasha Oakley and Kate Hardy...

My first day at Kate's... I spent WRITING and running around sorting out technical laptop stuff (don't ask). By last night my revisions were in (don't ask). And I have very little time to turn them round (you get the gist of what's going in here don't you???) Actually genuinely love this book so am looking forward to getting stuck in. But telling you guys about it goes to the bottom of a very long list of things to blog about. Yes I know I'm WAY behind. But once this book is done and I have done my visiting on foreign shores I then have a six week odd window for things like - ooohhhh I dunno - neglected horse, cleaning house, visiting friends, blogging, updating stuff - oh yeah and writing another book... And then it's off to the USA I go...

While here at Kate's she showed me this lovely Youtube vid to persuade me to take a break - can I just say only another writer wouldn't think it was rude for you to stay in their home and then ignore them while you WRITE!? As I was tweaking a sex scene at the time (don't a-...yeah exactly...) this nearly made me spew my cup of tea all over her monitor. Those of a more delicate persuasion BEWARE. Those of you who just KNOW you're gonna watch it regardless - put the tea/coffee/soft drink down NOW! And yes - I did ask Kate if the BM sent it to her... I may never be allowed to visit again...

Gabe was STUNNED. He doesn't understand what was so funny. Or why that woman would be with such a loser. He's shaking his head and mumbling... Oh and he says he MIGHT possibly bring you another excerpt from his book soon. If I'll get off the blog HE'S supposed to be looking after. Sheesh MEN.

I'll bring you Lincoln pics as soon as I can - k???

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Booksellers Best Award Finalist

I've booted Gabe - with a great deal of effort I might add - long enough to bring you my latest bit of AMAZING NEWS. I'm chuffed to bits to be able to tell you that my second Modern Heat book Breathless! is a finalist in the Short Contemporary category of the Greater Detroit Romance Writers of America's Booksellers Best Awards!!!

This contest is judged by Booksellers and Librarian's which makes it an extra special compliment cos these are the people who spend their lives placing books in the hands of readers - without them where would we authors be??? So a HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who gave Breathless! their nod of approval and a MASSIVE CONGRATS to all my fellow Harlequin Romance Authors and friends Ally Blake, Donna Alward, Lucy Gordon, Claire Baxter and Michelle Douglas who finalled in the Traditional Category with their wonderful Harlequin Romances!!! The award is presented on the Thursday of Nationals in San Francisco so cross your fingers for everyone won't you???

And remember you guys helped me with this one so you get to take some of the credit!!! When I got stuck with my hero and needed a new pic for inspiration we did a poll here on the blog and you cast Colin Farrell to help me with Rory - remember?! SO THANK YOU TO YOU TOO!

Breathless! is of course out RIGHT NOW in the USA and Canada in the Presents line with the title Her Bedroom Surrender and here's a snippet of what both reviewers and readers have said about it when it did the rounds in the UK, Ireland, Australia and New Zealand last year....

"Breathless!
Is simply fantastic! Trish Wylie’s
heroine, Cara, is funny, sassy and adorable while Rory is a simply divine! Trish Wylie blends hot sex, intense character development, laugh out loud moments and heartwarming romance into an unforgettable story so good that you’ll guzzle it down in a single sitting – and then wish you hadn’t! Sexy, funny and simply unputdownable, Trish Wylie’s Modern Romance Extras are books fans of Jennifer Crusie and Lori Foster should add to their lists. " Julie Bonello - Cataromance

"The banter between Rory and Cara is laugh out loud funny, but with a dramatic undercurrent signature of Wylie’s novels for the Romance line. This story packs an emotional punch by weaving tenderness and passion into searing love scenes that sizzle on the page. Sensual, fun, and incredibly sexy." Jenna Bayley-Burke - Modern Extra Author

"By the end of this book you will have shared a journey that changes Rory and Cara forever. They are both believable characters and it's sad when it's time to say goodbye to them. A truly emotional, sensual and fun read!" Sue aka MsCreativity - Romance Reviewed

"Self-help author Cara Sheehan realizes the irony when she can't seem to help herself after being dumped by her boyfriend. She hires a trainer to get her back into shape, but almost backs out when the gym's co-owner, Rory Flanaghan, who's home on a leave from his overseas job, decides to work with her. While attracted to Rory, Cara is afraid of being hurt, so she throws up defenses. Soon Cara realizes she's ready for a new relationship. But Rory's headed back overseas and doesn't want anything permanent. Or does he? ... an enjoyable tale of someone coming out of her shell and taking charge of her life. " Romantic Times

"Rory, I can’t say enough about this exquisite man, brawn, sensitive, funny, sexy, an Irish rogue who always takes responsibility……for his family for the men he commands, and for those he loves. You will absolutely fall in love with this Irish rogue who through determination and patience teaches Cara how to believe in herself and how to love. Her Bedroom Surrender gives hope and meaning to anyone who reads this incredible story and will have the reader smiling and weeping at the same time. Thank you Trish Wylie for this “breathless” love story, one I will personally long remember." Marilyn's Romance Reviews

So there you go - that's my VERY EXCITING news for today! What
a nice surprise waiting for me when I came home!!!

You see I'm just back from my first ever library talk in Lisburn - the town where I was born and went to school.
I did a presentation on Mills & Boon's 100 years as part of their readers day and had a write up in the local paper and was interviewed by a very lovely chap from the British Forces Broadcasting Services. All in all a very busy day and so so wonderful to meet so many lovely people who are as mad about reading as we all are. The town is no longer the town I left as it now has City status and not only was I BLOWN AWAY by the facilities available in this WONDERFUL LIBRARY but I was also there on the day the Lord Mayor had his parade - it was like MARDI GRAS. A HUGE HUGE thank you to all the staff, particularly Kevin who organized the day and to all the people who made a point of telling me they had enjoyed the talk and learned things they didn't know about Mills & Boon! I really had the BEST TIME.

I also got to catch up with some friends from High School and we all went out for dinner and a few drinkies. You realize the value of old friends when they're not only proud of your achievements but they treat you exactly the same as they did when you all spent every day in each others pockets - even if you haven't seen them in years and are the WORST
in the WORLD when it comes to calling or emailing them. I really am very blessed. So here's a couple of pics of us out on the town. You can kinda tell from these pics the mischief we used to get up to back in the day, can't you? I was of course, the innocent one...

Now I have a book to finish for - you know - TOMORROW. (insert manic laughter) Cos this week it's off to Lincoln to meet up with fellow authors Kate Walker, Natasha Oakley and Kate Hardy for the Literary Festival where we'll all be part of a Q&A Panel with Mills & Boon editor Suzy Clarke. And then home and a new book before I head off to America again.

All go round my way really ;)

YES GABE I'M GOING. He'll be back to answer questions in a few days apparently...

p.s. NO IDEA why I'm in bold print here but ahhhh the joys of Blogger...

Friday, May 2, 2008

A Bad Boy? Me?!

Yes I'm here. I've had enough of my name being taken in vain. So you can take all the girlie scatter cushions and whatever other frilly nonsense there is in here and get it gone. Things are about to change.

I'm Gabriel Burke. You can call me Gabe.

And the first thing we need to talk about is the title of my story. Oh yeah, it's mine. I helped blondie plenty when she was writing it. I hung around and read over her shoulder. I pointed out when she was wrong. And I had better things to do with my time you know. I never asked her to poke her nose in my personal life in the first place, did I? What is it with you women and all the questions anyway?

Now - Claimed By The Billionaire Bad Boy. What's with that? Not that the picture on the cover isn't a pretty fair representation of how I look but what's the deal with the bad-boy label? I don't get it. Cos I'm a good boy. A VERY good boy. Though boy isn't exactly accurate either. I'm 6ft 4 for cryin out loud. And in my thirties. I left boyhood behind a long, long time ago. The claimed part is right - I know what's mine. Billionaire? Close enough. I do okay. But bad boy? I'm not convinced. An angel - nah. Not so much. But what's the big deal with the bad-boy tag? It's one of those things women get but men don't, isn't it?

Now let's talk about this stuff on the back cover. It's like a movie trailer, right? Right. Let's just take a look...

Revenge is a dish best served red-hot, passionate and delicious!

Heiress Ashling Fitzgerald has come home, determined to prove that she’s changed. Secretly she wants to make amends – with the tall, dark housekeeper’s son she left behind. But he’s not the boy she once knew – Gabriel Burke is now an infamous billionaire playboy!

Gabe thinks Ashling is spoilt and selfish – but still oh-so-sexy. He doesn’t want her apologies. Instead he wants her in his bed; he wants revenge…

But, once he gets it, Gabe can’t believe he is still so hungry for more…


Oookay...

The revenge part? Yup - agree with that. S'pecially when it comes to this woman. She's a piece of work. I know her. I've known her since she was in nappies. There was a time we were friends - the three of us; Me, Alex and Ash against the world. But things change. And you wanna peg the trouble tag on someone then lemme give you a clue - it isn't me. I've made a life for myself since Princess Fitzgerald had to flee the Emerald Isle. I've worked hard. So if she thought she was walzing back in here to cause trouble again then she had another thought coming.


Now let's see what blondie wrote about the night the princess came home;


They surveyed the room in comfortable silence for a few minutes while Gabe forced himself not to look for Ash in the crowd again. What she got up to wasn’t his problem anymore; he didn’t need to keep tabs on her.

Then Alex helped no end by asking, “You seen Ash?”

“Talking to your cousin Richard,” And he’d known that a tad too quick, hadn’t he?

“I meant since she got home.”

Course he did. Gabe pursed his mouth for a second; rolling the couple of olives he had left in his hand back and forth before he shrugged, “Nope.”

“Looking well tonight, isn’t she?”

Well wasn’t the word Gabe would have used. Hot would have been more accurate if he’d chosen to be honest. Because that’s how she looked to anyone who didn’t know what lay beneath that beautiful exterior. Gabe knew. And she could be as hot as the face of the sun and he still wouldn’t think she was worth the trouble she’d brought his way last time.

Didn’t stop his gaze from straying across the room again as she lifted a fine-boned hand to tuck her sleek hair behind one ear though, did it?

Alex continued, “She’s fired up about this Gallery of hers. You should tell her you’re doing the renovation work on it – that’ll get you both talking again.”

No hurry necessary with that one Gabe felt, and he wouldn’t even have taken on the job if it weren’t for the fact Alex had asked him to as a personal favour, “She’ll find out soon enough.”

Alex nodded, “I know you rarely take on the physical part of it these days. And just in case I haven’t mentioned it already - I appreciate it. The family is keen to have her stay home this time so the sooner the place is up and running the better.”

Gabe shrugged again, “Be a good chance to make sure I can still do the work. No good yelling at crews when they mess up if I haven’t lifted a power tool in years.”

“The benefits of being the boss old pal.” Alex grinned as he patted his shoulder.

Some days it didn’t feel like much of a benefit to Gabe, but he didn’t say that to Alex, ‘cos Alex probably wouldn’t get it. He’d always worked at what Gabe considered the ‘clean end’ of the business. An Architect might get the satisfaction of seeing his visions come to life but there was nothing quite like building something, literally, as far as Gabe was concerned. Childhood building blocks, only bigger, Alex would rib him – but meet and greet and make the deals just didn’t have the same sense of satisfaction Gabe would argue back. He was a hands-on kinda guy.

“Your parents are headed for your girlfriend.”

He chuckled as Alex disappeared, then settled back to watch the rich and famous interacting in their natural habitat - wondering how they all managed to look so at home in their fancy clothes with their glasses of expensive bubbly while he still had a deep seated urge to loosen his bow tie, dump his jacket over the back of the nearest chair and go find a bottle of beer. A reflection of his background he supposed.

Still, at least while he stood on the periphery he didn’t have to make small talk; that was something.

But the peace and quiet didn’t last long. The hair at the back of his neck tingled in warning first, his spine automatically stiffening when a familiar melodic voice sounded right beside him in tones that somehow went straight from his ears to his groin,

“I thought I saw Alex with you.”

“You did.”

“Do you know where he went?”

He could hear what almost sounded like an edge of nervousness in Ash’s voice, and a single glance from the corner of his eye confirmed it. She couldn’t look him in the eye, could she? Score one to the home team then.

Turning, he leaned against the door frame, folding his arms across his chest, “And I’m s’posed to keep an eye on all the Fitzgerald children now, am I?”

Her hazel eyes narrowed a little when she glanced up at him, “Picking up where we left off are we?”

“I’m just not as easily fooled by this new version of you as the rest of the room appears to be, that’s all,” He leaned his face closer to hers, his voice lowering, “but then I know you better, don’t I?”

She faltered for a second before clamping her lips together and glancing around the room. Then she stepped in closer, the scent of her expensive perfume teasing his nostrils as she lowered her voice the way he had, looking up at him from beneath long lashes,

“You know the old me. But I’m not going to argue with you about it in the middle of my parents’ party so maybe we should just discuss the weather for now?”

“It’s Ireland – it’s been raining.”

He watched as the corners of her moist lips quirked, “O-kay – that was a short conversation. So what do you want to try next; the economy? Politics? I’m open to suggestion…”

“Picking a topic kinda suggests I want to make small talk, doesn’t it?”

She cocked her head to one side, a curl of dark blonde hair bobbing against the tip of one breast, “Still hate these parties then I take it?”

“Depends who I get to talk to at them.”

“Yes – I missed you too Gabe.”

See? Talked to her didn't I? Never let it be said I don't know how to behave at a party - even if it's not the kind of party I prefer. Bad Boy behaviour - I think not. My character has been seriously maligned on this blog if you ask me. This next while we're gonna be setting the record straight. So pay attention.

Right - you tell me - what makes a bad boy these days? You make me a list and I'll tell you whether or not I tick the boxes. And while you're at it maybe you can tell me what's so all fired sexy about a bad boy that putting the words on the cover of a book sells it. Inquiring minds need to know. I'm just me. Most guys are.You help me with some of this stuff and I might answer a question or two to help you out with your men folk, be they real or imaginary, how's that? Just call me Uncle Gabe.

Blondie says I'm s'posed to tell you she's over at some place called Totes, Bags and Blogs - wherever or whatever that may be. Talking about men. Surprise surprise. One track mind that woman.

So ladies... I'm all yours... Wanna know what blondie got wrong about me? Wanna know what I had to get her to change to make those lovely, lovely - incredibly tempting ladies in the offices in London go for me? Wanna know what a Modern Heat guy is? Bring it on... Like I said - I'm all yours...

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Random Thoughts & Gabe


The lovely Shirley Jump tagged me a couple weeks back and I promised I would get back to it as I'm one of the six 'its' ;) And since we seem VERY SLOWLY to be getting back a hint of why we took up writing in the first place I thought I'd chance taking a break to do it before Gabe gets here...

Now the overwhelming opinion in the last post is that we should talk about the bad as well as the good so I WILL talk about it - but lets just get this one out of the way first shall we in case I bring the curse back??? Can't tell you how scared I am of that... And as the bad karma continues in other portions of my life it's too big a risk to take until I hit send with this MS and its safely in the hands of my wonderfully patient editor. TRUST And it'll also give me a huge topic to chat about if I manage to evict Gabe from the blog after his visit. He's looking entirely too pleased about taking it on if you ask me...

Okay so here we go with Shirley's challenge. The idea is to write six random things about myself and then tag six other people. And since I'm random at the best of times....

First up, the rules:

a. Link to the person who tagged you.
b. Post the rules on your blog.
c. Write six random things about yourself.
d. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
e. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment at their blog.
f. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.

And here's my six Random Thoughts:

1. I'm thinking about trying ebay for one of those turnstiles that charge a fee on entry. I'll make a clean fortune. Particularly around deadline time. Why is it when you're NOT busy no-one wants to interrupt you or call in or phone or have a crisis only you can help with and yet when you ARE busy your house seems to have revolving doors???

2. My addiction to Superheroes and Superman in particular is getting out of control. I may need therapy. When someone who knows you well makes comments about the fact you've worn a blue T-Shirt and a red fleece cardigan you know it's time to seek help. Being conscious of the problem is one thing... doing things subliminally - another thing entirely. If I ever appear in a cape just shoot me.

3. One day soon I'm gonna learn how to work TV/DVD players/Digital boxes et all. I've killed two of the latter in less than a year and I have NO IDEA how I did it. Me and electrical things - not good friends. Its the only time I miss having a man in my life. Well, that and any time I get a flat tyre. Though I find having blonde hair helps in times of desperation. We all work with what we're given...

4. I REALLY want a baby elephant. I blame the TV show elephant diaries that showed orphans and how they all get their own wee keeper and a blankie and bottle feeds. But I'm fairly sure they grow and I'm certain mucking out a fully grown one would put me off it fast. Okay, there might also be a space issue. But for now I REALLY want one. (am gonna sponsor one in the hope that'll make me want it slightly less)

5. I apparently feel the need to change accents depending on the company I'm in. There's probably a deep psychological reason for this but if I'm in the company of English people I sound more English, Americans more American, and I can't begin to tell you the number of Irish dialects I have. S-T-R-A-N-G-E.

6. I seem to have started collecting sheep. No idea how it happened. No idea why it happened. In real life I don't like sheep. Don't get me wrong, with the surrounding countryside currently filled with frolicking lammikins I'm a lambs fan - but sheep? Not so much. And I still don't get why they chose a sheep to clone. I mean - don't they ALL look the same already? They could have shown us ANY sheep and said 'look its a clone' and we the public would have to believe them - how in heck would we know? We could have been CONNED. But none of that explains why all over my house there is suddenly a plethora of SHEEP. Small fluffy sheep, large fluffy sheep, sheep standing near books and sheep under lamps and sheep peeking over the top of picture frames... I even have a miniature sheep and owls tic-tac-toe board. But WHY??? Answers on a postcard please....

And my tags are going to:

1. Natasha Oakley
2. India Grey
3. Jenna Bayley-Burke
4. Fiona Harper
5. Heidi Rice
6. Donna Alward

Go pester them to do it... they'll only be writing or something equally as unimportant as amusing us ;)

Now I officially relinquish hold of my blog - GOD HELP ME - to Gabriel Burke aka Gabe, as of now... If he hasn't given it back to me by mid-May you will hear the kicking and screaming at your place... Please make him realize I have friends out there who can collectively kick his ass if he's arrogant or overbearing or sexist or...well...the list could go on and on and on quite frankly...