When It’s Fun From Word One. – Trish Jensen

(Bell Bridge Books welcomes romantic comedy author – Trish Jensen,
who knows the value of a good first impression.)


If not for long-dead Civil War Generals Ulysses S. Grant, Nathan Bedford Forrest, and a pot of chicken and dumplings, Bitty Hollandale would never have been charged with murder.        —Dixie Divas, Virginia Brown


Okay, I dare any avid reader anywhere in the known universe to read the first sentence of that book and not want to keep on reading. How could you possibly not? The line is just begging you to go ahead, I dare ya, keep reading and find out how any and all of those things tied together lead to a woman being charged with murder.

This is a topic I’m passionate about. Opening hooks. Books that suck you in from that first sentence, maybe the first couple of sentences. Maybe the first paragraph. Books that dare, entice, lure, whatever you want to call it, the reader to keep on going.

The king’s manroot took a right turn.
     —The Bewitched Viking, Sandra Hill

Has this author instantly caught your attention? She did mine. Well, after I got up off the floor where I was laughing. Did I want to know why? Of course. Not to mention how far right, and did it hurt? Was it a medieval GPS navigator? Was there a cure, or would he always be turning right? How exactly would he manage…well, never mind. But my curiosity on the matter needed to be appeased.
TJ MacGregor tried to leave Seascape Inn, but every time he crossed the property’s boundary line, he blacked out.
   —Beyond The Misty Shore, Vicki Hinze

Okay, between the title and the name of the inn, I was definitely interested. But that first line sealed the deal. I was in for a goose bump ride of my life. And I love books with that promise. And when they deliver. (This one, and all of my examples do, or I wouldn’t have included them.)

The point here is, though, that first lines, introductions, hooks, whatever you want to call them mean the world to me, and mean plenty to readers as well. My unofficial market survey says so.

I tend to read reviews of other authors’ books. Not necessarily for the truth of the matter or whether they’re good (since there are some whacky reviewers out there, but that’s for another time), but to see what stuck with them, what caught their attention.

I wasn’t shocked, but found it very interesting that so many of those reviews quoted first lines of books as the reason they decided to invest their time and dollars in what they hoped would be a good read. Those first lines held a promise the author needed to live up to (my 8th grade English teacher would smack my hand for that last sentence). Take these for example:

Along Elena’s smooth white back is an ancient scar that cuts downward in a grotesque beauty like a long, graceful snake.
The Lost Recipe For Happiness, Barbara O’Neal

On a dark spring night twenty five years after I helped bury my Great Aunt Clara Hardigree, I found myself digging her up.
Stone Flower Garden, Deborah Smith

I watched from under the trees at the edge of the graveyard, too cowardly to face the people who grieved for the woman I murdered
Try Me, Parker Blue

These are all books from wide varieties of genres, and yet they have something in common. Once I read that first line, I had to read that book. I had to see what that first sentence meant. Where it led.

I’ve spent my entire writer life thinking up great hooks, but knowing all along that wow, I might need to write a book that lives up to it. But you know what I’ve found? Writers do. They live up to that promise. If they didn’t, the editors reading their work might have kept reading, but would have found out soon enough that the author did a bang up job on that first line, but didn’t follow through. Editors are picky like that. And a blog on those picky editors is another for another time. J

A couple more, just because they’re fun:

Panty hose are a tool of the devil.
     —The Rock and Roll Queen of Bedlam, Marilee Brothers

The first time I encountered Death, I hurled my mother’s medical chart at him.
   —The Grave Witch, Kalayana Price

The physical recovery from the loss of my legs in Vietnam was uncomplicated and relatively painless.
As The Crow Dies, Ken Casper

They are so different, but so the same in one aspect. They’re powerful. They suck a reader, and I’m a reader, too, in. I want to read those books.

It matters to me to be sucked in, to feel an instant need to keep reading. Authors who begin their books with hooks, with lines that make you want to keep reading, are masters of their craft. As long as they follow through.

As I’m a comedy writer, I definitely appreciate great comedy openings. The, “I wish I’d thought of that” syndrome. But I love all genres, all adventures into the worlds the authors create. But you must, must suck me in with that first line.

Here’s one I’ll leave you with, on a book that Bell Bridge won’t be putting out until January. But it’s such a hook, I already have it on my wish list.

She took one look at him and gagged.
Summer Rose, Elizabeth Sinclair

A USA Today Bestselling author, Trish Jensen lives in the mountains of central PA, smack-dab in the middle of Amish Country, with a rather large dog.  And in the spirit of full disclosure should reveal that STUCK WITH YOU will be published by Bell Bridge Books this January.  Visit Trish at:  http://www.trishjensen.com/

Help! I’ve Lost my Noodle

Help! I’ve Lost my Noodle
Water aerobics
Water aerobics

Help! I’ve Lost my Noodle

By Donnell Ann Bell

I developed plantar fasciitis a while back and the inflammation has been  cramping my walking program. I enjoy that exercise more than any other, but since that routine has reduced me to limping, I’ve decided to take my friend Kathy’s advice. Kathy suggests I join her in water aerobics until I recoup. Water aerobics, she assures me will take the pressure off my joints, and according to Kathy, “anyone” can do it.

I’m writing today to explain why Kathy is now my ex-friend. What she failed to tell me is that water aerobics requires coordination.

The first thing I have to do when taking up water aerobics is to wade through my chest of drawers, locate a bathing suit, then type up the confidentiality agreement for anyone who might see me in it. With that feat accomplished, I’m feeling a tad superior as I drive up to our local high school because Kathy says I will easily be the youngest in the program.

There’s about twenty bobbing heads in the pool upon my arrival. I meet these smiling, white-haired ladies and patronize my way in to the freezing water, then wait for my teeth to stop chattering so I can see what the instructor has in store.

One of the ladies introduces her four-year-old granddaughter to me. She’s the class mascot and a little fish if you ask me. This little charmer can’t pronounce her l’s and one woman’s name is Lois. And it’s just too cute when the four year old says “Ois, when we get out of the pool, will you put some otion on my eggs?

That priceless moment is almost worth getting into the frigid depths. But I digress.

We start the class with a warm up. I do my best to follow along, which is pretty hard because our instructor’s under water, and I’m not exactly clear what she’s doing. I finally adjust to the temperature, think I’m catching on when all of a sudden the women around me transform into amazing, graceful Ester Williams’ clones, while I do a brilliant impersonation of Lucille Ball.

I lift my leg to imitate our instructor’s movements and promptly bump into the woman behind me. I mumble I’m sorry, then lift my right leg and hit the woman in front of me in the head.

By now I’m wondering if my umbrella policy is in force because if I don’t learn how to do this, I might get sued!

At my obvious discomfort, my ex-friend smiles knowingly. “You’ll get it,” she says. “Here, try these gloves on. They’ll help you with the resistance.”

I slip on gloves that look like webbed fingers. They do indeed help glide me through the water and my superiority returns. That is, until our instructor says, “Ladies, grab your noodles.”

Now…it’s been many years since I’ve grabbed my…noodle. To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure what one is. But I’ll be darned if I’ll tell any of them that.

We jog toward these long Styrofoam tubes, and I soon learn that a noodle is used to help you float. They inform me we’re going into the deep end of the pool. The ladies stick the noodles between their legs–as if that’sthe most natural thing in the world, and then these little gray-haired U’s traverse the Olympic-size pool. Me… I look like a fifty-year old N because my noodle has turned upside down. It’s now floating away from me, and by this time I’m seriously trying not to drown.

I go under a couple of times, my life passes before me and I think it’s been a good life. I’ll miss my husband, my kids. I hope the top of my refrigerator’s not too dirty. But then the instructor sidles up next to me and promptly adjusts my noodle – much to my mortification – I’ve never had anyone adjust my noodle before. Hence I go farther into the pool and end up in 12 feet of water.

While I try to keep my head up, these ladies chat about their grandchildren, politics and life, all while smiling and watching my every move.

I find I’m getting the hang of the noodle, and, in truth, I’m happy to oblige them their morning’s entertainment. I’ve discovered they are a delight and I love seeing the camaraderie that is keeping them young.

I might keep up with water aerobics when the plantar fasciitis is under control. I could use a little coordination development and I’m no longer quite so superior. Plus, I can always use material for my writing and these ladies are a wealth of experience.

As for my ex-friend, Kathy, I’ll forgive her this time. After all, you can never have too many friends. But the moment she suggests tofu cooking lessons or blindfolded kickboxing, she’s history.

 

When Donnell Ann Bell isn’t drowning in some pool, she writes romantic suspense. She’s proud to debut her novel, THE PAST CAME HUNTING, from Bell Bridge Books. www.donnellannbell.com 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sold-Out Book Party – Mai Tai One On

Jill Marie Landis had an absolutely fabulous booksigning in Hawaii.

First, it was in Hawaii where Jill lives, so how great is that?  (How can you have a bad booksigning in Hawaii?)

Second, some of the Hula Maidens (members of Jill’s hula dancing troupe) came dressed up like scenes from the book.  We’re guessing there was a whole “lotta” hip-shaking action at this book party.

Third, and most important in the scheme of all things publishing, Jill had a line out the door, sold-out and the retailer had to start taking orders on the spot.  And this was after we shipped quite a quantity to Hawaii for the event!  We were a little worried that the retailer had ordered way too many books.

Apparently not.

Go, Jill, go!  MAI TAI ONE ON is a fabulously funny book.  Everyone on the North Shore agrees.  They all want this great new cozy mystery series.

 

 

Great review of @MaureenHardegre ‘s HAINT MISBEHAVIN on @LitStack. Check it out: http://litstack.com/?p=2203

Great review of @MaureenHardegre ‘s HAINT MISBEHAVIN on @LitStack. Check it out: http://litstack.com/?p=2203

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