Saturday, February 15, 2014

Done! Tied! Fini!

Nothing feels better than finishing a book. Not a good review, not even a royalties check. I've typed the words THE END for almost ninety manuscripts-- around a hundred if I count the novellas I've written over the years. Yet there's still an amazing thrill when I write that last page. Talk about a weight off my shoulders. I can physically feel the release.  

This week I finished CLOSER THAN SISTERS which will be out in November 2014. It's another "women's fiction" book, whatever that means. (By the reviews posted on Amazon for JUST LIKE OTHER DAUGHTERS, I can see that men read this type of fiction, too.) I still have to read the whole book through again; now I'm just touching it up, primping it, preparing it to go out in the world.  But it's done and I'm amazed that I wrote a book. I know that sounds crazy because that's what I do. I write books.  But like most writers I know, when I start the first page, the end seems so far in the distance, I can't imagine ever reaching that last page.

But I did.

AND in other good news, Kensington is reprinting JUST LIKE OTHER DAUGHTERS.

So, I'm feeling rather successful today. Too bad it only lasts a day! 

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Oh, The Places You'll Go

My 21 year old daughter is in India for 5 weeks and has been blogging to keep family and friends up-to-date on her adventures. You can check out her travels at:Morgan goes to India! Warning, her mother doesn't always approve of her language, but the photos are so amazing, I'm going to let her slide. 

So, I'm looking at her incredible photos and thinking to myself that never, in my wildest dreams, could I have imagined going to India and seeing what she's seeing, experiencing what she's experiencing. Not at her age, at least. I wonder what makes some of us more adventurous than others? What makes some of us brave enough to get on a plane for 19 hours to sleep on a cot "the size of a Triscuit cracker", freeze in the mountains of Nepal and fret over the possibility of monkeys coming in our window, just to experience what we haven't experienced before?

So Morgan rode an elephant yesterday through a game park and I worked on chapter 23 of my next book, Closer Than Sisters. And dreamed of the places I might never go. . .

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

A Writer Hibernates

I have a confession. I know that most people, at least in cooler climates, don't love January and February. I do. As a writer, they're my most prolific months. And probably my most creative. I'm like a bear in hibernation. I can go days without leaving the house where I have my office. I've been known to still be wearing my flannel pj bottoms at 4 o'clock in the afternoon.  I get up in the morning, make my tea, chat with my mom, (also a writer) read my email and then I get to work. My normal writing schedule is Mon-Fri 9-5, but in January and February, I often write on Saturdays and Sundays. I also write into the evening. I can skip meals and my yoga class.  After the hustle and bustle of the holidays, the cold months are my down time, which oddly enough, become my up time. I feel as if I recharge my creative batteries in the winter. While friends and family complain about the lack of sunlight, and bitter days, I secretly wish it would stay dark and cold a little longer. And I could stay inside my cave. 

Friday, November 29, 2013

A Review!!

As a writer, reviews are a fact of life.  Most writers I know definitely have a love/hate relationship with reviews.  I have writer friends who read and reread their reviews, obsessing over them. Particularly the bad ones. I'll be honest, I don't always read my reviews. (I'll have to get into the psychology of that another day.) It's not that I totally ignore them.  My mom (also a writer) reads them for me.  She chooses tidbits (positives and negatives) to share with me.  Today she found one by Avid Reader at Rabid Read Reviews and insisted I read it. I reluctantly agreed and was glad I did. I was thrilled, not just because it was a positive review, but because I realized that I had managed to touch my reader's heart in the way that my story of Alicia and Chloe touched my own heart in Just Like Other Daughters
As I work on my new book, Closer than Sisters, I keep thinking to myself, how can I touch my readers, again?
A except from Rabid Read Reviews: Avid Reader  . . . "Readers will think of the novel’s description that they’ve read this story before. You have not. Faulkner’s approach is fresh and new. She takes chances from which a less experienced writer might shy away. Whatever happens in the course of the story, the reader is left with the sense that this is a mother who truly loves her daughter and truly wants the best for her. Sentimentality isn’t usually my chosen genre, but I could not put Just Like Other Daughters down. The course seemed obvious but as the tale progressed I simply had to know what would happen next."

Sunday, November 24, 2013

How to be a Redhead

When I told my 21 year old daughter, Morgan, that I was doing an interview with How to be a Redhead, she was impressed. I had never seen the website, but apparently she checks it out all the time. Who knew such a site existed? Now I'm a fan, too.  It features articles on fashion and make-up, but they also do interviews with "celebrity" redheads!!  I have to admit, seeing the word "celebrity" next to my name made me smile. It was a fun interview.  My favorite interview question they didn't include in the final Q & A?

HTBAR: Do you believe in all the redhead myths out there? Are any of them true for you?

Colleen: According to the medieval, European witch-hunting guide, Malleus Maleficarum, red hair and freckles are signs of a witch. I am not a witch.

See it on the How To Be A Redhead website-- Interview with Bestselling Author Colleen Faulkner.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Donna Fasano is Reclaiming My Heart!!

Today I get to share some good news!  Donna Fasano's title Reclaim My Heart  was picked up by Montlake Romance (an arm of Amazon) and we are celebrating her re-release!
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Title:  Reclaim My Heart
Author: Donna Fasano

Publisher: Montlake Romance
Pages: 282
Formats: Paperback, eBook, AudioCD
ISBN: 978-1477817988
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About the Book:
Sixteen years ago, Tyne Whitlock cut all ties to her past and left town under the shameful shadow of a teenage pregnancy. Now her fifteen-year-old son is in trouble with the law, and she is desperate for help. But reaching out to high-powered attorney Lucas Silver Hawk will tear open the heart-wrenching past in ways Tyne never imagined.
Forced to return to the Delaware Indian community where Lucas was raised, Tyne and Lucas are tempted by the heated passion that consumed them as teens. Tyne rediscovers all the reasons she found this man irresistible, but there are scandalous secrets waiting to be revealed, disgraceful choices made in the past that cannot be denied. Love is a powerful force that could heal them both—if the truth doesn't rip them apart.

A note from the author 

On becoming a Montlake Author: 

Let me tell you about my wonderful publishing experience! I have to back up a little bit… to this past spring. I self-published a romance titled Reclaim My Heart. The book received great reviews immediately, and it sold well from the beginning. Very well. In fact, during the first week of August I was enjoying a mug of coffee while perusing the USA Today Bestseller's List (my usual Thursday morning routine), and I nearly choked when I saw that Reclaim My Heart was sitting at #123 on the list.

A couple of days later I was contacted by an editor from Montlake. She told me she'd read one of my books months before and had been keeping an eye on me. She said she'd read Reclaim My Heart and loved it. Now, what author doesn't love to hear that? She made an offer I couldn't refuse.
The Montlake editor and the design team loved the cover that was on the indie version of the book; however, Amazon had trouble licensing the rights to the image. So we searched for weeks before finding the picture that's on the current cover. I love it! And I hope my readers do, too.

 I'm happy to be writing romance novels for Montlake. I feel wanted and appreciated, and it can't get much better than that in the publishing industry!


Excerpt from Reclaim My Heart by Donna Fasano
From Chapter Two"Please, Lucas." He couldn't dismiss the tone of those two small words, nor could he ignore the magnitude of emotion clouding her expression. He had no choice but to relent. "Sit down," he murmured. He closed the door of his office and then returned to perch himself on the corner of his desk. He steeled himself before asking, "What's on your mind?" She seemed to shrink a little as a thousand thoughts ran though her head. Seconds passed, and still she didn't speak. Lucas witnessed the phenomenon almost on a daily basis. The people who wound up in his office often felt as if they were carrying the world on their shoulders. He knew her anxiety would eventually discharge, and from the looks of it, he wouldn't have to wait long. Finally, she pressed her hand to her chest. "I can't breathe." "Relax. Do you want some water?" She shook her head, a lock of her long, platinum hair falling over her forearm. "No. I need to get this out. I promised you I'd hurry." He couldn't keep his brows from arching a fraction. She hadn't kept her promises in the past. Why would he expect her to now? Tyne ran her tongue along her full bottom lip, hesitated another moment, then blurted, "I need a lawyer." Lucas closed his eyes and stifled a sigh. He could have guessed as much, of course. He'd worked hard to get himself into the privileged position of being able to pick and choose his clients. The last person he wanted to represent was Tyne Whitlock. "A good lawyer, Lucas." Common sense told him Tyne wasn't attempting to flatter him. She was speaking purely out of desperation. "Look, Tyne—" Something made him stop. He sighed, and then he stood, taking his time rounding his desk and sitting down. The leather-upholstered arms of the chair were cool and smooth under his fingertips. "I know some of the best attorneys in the city." He plucked a pen from the cup on his desktop. "And many of them owe me a favor or two." He reached into his inside jacket pocket, pulled out one of the business cards he always kept handy, and turned it over, poised to write. "Let me give you some names and numbers—" "I don't want just any attorney." Her chin lifted. "I want you. Why else would I have come here?" His gaze lowered to the small white card in his hand. With much deliberation, he set down the pen and the card, and then he looked her directly in the eyes. Every muscle in her body appeared board-stiff. "Listen to me—" he kept his tone calm "—when people find themselves in trouble with the law, or victimized, or wrongfully sued, or unjustly accused, they tend to get lost in a strange, I don't know, franticness. A recklessness that they almost always regret. Believe me when I tell you that no situation is hopeless, and circumstances are rarely as desperate as they might be perceived. Whatever trouble you're in, don't let panic and fear haze your thinking." "You don't understand." "I think I do," he rushed to assure her. "I see it every day. Honest, hardworking people finding themselves in dire straits. And this unfamiliar territory throws them. They grasp at help from the first source that comes to mind." "But—" "Just like that old adage warning that only a fool acts as his own lawyer, it's also foolish to choose an attorney in haste. You and I have a past, Tyne, and even though all of that took place years and years ago, the fact remains that we have a history. I don't believe I would be the best person to represent you in a court of law. You need someone who'll be totally unbiased. Let me give you some names. I'll make some calls for you myself—" "Stop!" She lifted her hands and scooted to the edge of the seat. "You don't understand. And I can't make you understand if you won't shut up for a minute." His eyebrows arched and the frustration in her statement had him leaning back a bit. She frowned. "I'm sorry. Really, I am. I had to stew all day yesterday." She fisted her hands in her lap. "I didn't expect to reach anyone on a Sunday, but do you know that your firm doesn't offer an emergency number on the answering machine?" She exhaled with force. "I'm a nervous wreck just being here. Seeing you. But all that aside, I shouldn't have snapped at you. Please accept my apology." He didn't react, didn't move. He just waited for her to continue. "The thing is… what you need to know…" Once again, she grew terribly cautious, and Lucas found that extremely curious. What the hell was it she found so hard to tell him? What kind of trouble was she in? She blanched, but then her spine straightened. "I'm not the one who needs a lawyer. I want to hire you, yes. But I'm not the one needing representation. It's my son who's in trouble." A nerve at the corner of her eye ticked, but her gaze never veered from his as she added, "Our son, Lucas."

About The Author

Donna Fasano is a three time winner of the HOLT Medallion, a CataRomance Reviewers Choice Award winner for Best Single Title, a Desert Rose Golden Quill Award finalist, and  a Golden Heart finalist. Her books have sold over 3.6 million copies worldwide and have been published in nearly two dozen languages. Her books have made the Kindle Top 100 Paid List numerous times, climbing as high as #17.
What others are saying about Donna’s books:
“…complex, funny, and realistic…” ~Wilmington News Journal
“Could not help myself from reading excerpts to my husband and friends. This book is well written, the characters are real, everyday folks. It is very easy to identify with them. Donna Fasano is a talented author.” ~Elizabeth M. Caldwell on Amazon
“…a fast paced riotous look at family life today. Donna Fasano is right on target!”
~Donna Zapf,

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