Hey folks! Today I’m happy to introduce you to Liv Rancourt and her story King Stud!
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I write romance: m/f, m/m, and v/h, where the h is for human and the v is for vampire…or sometimes demon…and I lean more towards funny than angst. When I’m not writing I take care of tiny premature babies or teenagers, depending on whether I’m at home or at work. My husband is a soul of patience, my dog’s cuteness is legendary, and we share the homestead with three ferrets. Who steal things. Because they’re brats.
I can be found on-line at all hours of the day and night at my website & blog, on Facebook, or on Twitter. Come find me. We’ll have fun!
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I asked Liv Rancourt, “What is the best and most rewarding thing you find about being a writer? Want to share what you think is the worst and most frustrating thing you find about being a writer?” and here is the response.
Thanks so much, Jacey, for having me as a guest on your blog. You asked an interesting pair of questions: what is the best thing about being a writer, and what is the most frustrating. I could probably write a full-on essay about each one, but I’ll try to limit myself to a length that won’t leave your readers with glazed eyes. 🙂
To understand what I like best about being a writer, it’d probably help to know a little bit about my background. I spent over twenty years singing in various cover bands – never big time, never made any money at it, pretty much only played for love – and what I learned from that experience was how much I liked to tell a story.
Every good pop song gives you a three-minute snippet of plot. There’s a character, they experience conflict, and there’s resolution. That’s why videos are so effective – they illustrate what was already there.
As an example, have you ever heard Miley Cyrus sing the Paul Simon song, “Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover”? Beyond just the fact that she’s a girl and he’s a boy, the delivery of the lyrics is completely different. He’s sort of cerebral, analyzing the situation and providing a prescription. When Miley sings the song, it’s about a raunchy barroom princess who’s a little bit tired and knows too much for her age.
They’re using the same words, but each tells a distinctive story.
And the thing is, a good singer will do the same kind of prep as an actor or a writer to discover character, to make the person they’re signing about individual and unique. I’ve read that Liza Minelli keeps notebooks for every song, recording written descriptions, pictures of how the character would dress, and other details to bring the character to life.
I can’t say I ever kept notebooks, but I did create a world for each song, so I’d know what happened to bring the characters to the point where the action started and what happened after the music ended. The process added depth and made the performance more interesting for me, and hopefully also for the listeners.
Which brings me to what I like best about writing. With a pop song, I only had that three minutes, and then it was on to the next one. With a book, I can wallow in the characters, exploring their personalities, devising ways to torture them, and generally playing with them in my head for as long as I want to. I can take things much deeper and tell the whole story.
And I love it.
I still tend to write fairly short – my longest books are 80 – 85,000 words and most of them are under 50,000 words. I’ve made a new discovery, though. When I finish one story, I get to write the sequel! My new release King Stud is the first of five books which will be linked but can be read separately. Compared with a three-minute pop song, the possibilities are endless!
So as a creative outlet, writing’s appeal has to do with the freedom to expand my ideas as far as they want to go, and to tell the whole story – the before and the happily-ever-after.
Oh that’s easy. Promoting a book after publication is the hardest part for me, though having supportive publisher-mates like Jacey make it easier. It’s a form of stage fright, I guess, though now I express it differently.
The silver lining to promotion is definitely getting to know new readers! Thank you so much for checking out my post. If you have a favorite song that tells a story, or a favorite cover of an old favorite, leave a note in the comments. I’d love to hear from you!
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The hardest part of any remodel is avoiding the studs…
Danielle’s got three months to make her Grandmother’s rundown Craftsman house livable. Her game plan is to get in, get grubby, and get back home to L.A. She needs a carpenter, and her best friend’s younger brother is a good one. It’s hard to ignore the buffed body under Ryan’s paint-splattered sweatshirts, but her friend declares he’s off-limits so Danielle reluctantly agrees.
Ryan doesn’t have the cleanest record, anyway. His recently ex-ed girlfriend wants him back, and he has a reputation for brawling. He’s also had a crush on Danielle since he was a kid. Despite their nine-year age difference, he knows she’s worth pursuing.
Soon the paint under Danielle’s fingernails starts feeling more natural than the L.A. sunshine. She’ll have to navigate plumbing disasters, money problems, and one seriously cranky best friend to find something she hasn’t had before: a real home, and a man who loves her.
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“Right.” He flipped the ice pack from one hand to the other. “Why’d your grandmother leave you the house?”
“Because I’m cute.” She scraped back a stray hank of hair, her smile as blank as she could make it. Danielle suspected her grandmother had left her the house because it had always been her safe place, but Ryan didn’t need a rehash of her poor-little-rich-girl saga.
His eyes still held a question, but after a moment he nodded and stepped farther back. “Let’s get those boards.”
They carried in the two-by-sixes, silence buffering their actions. Over the weekend, Ryan had widened the doorways on either end of the dining room, though the rough edges needed to be enclosed in trim. Once they carried in all the supplies, Ryan stroked the molding she’d sanded. “Nice work with these.” A half grin showed off his dimples. “This place is going to be sweet when we get it done.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” She went over to the kitchen sink, looking out over the old wooden porch to the Sound. A single light moved across the blackness. “Was it hard to open up the doorways?”
“Just had to work around the king studs.”
I bet I could work around your king stud just fine. “The what?” Danielle broke out a super-plastic smile, hoping Ryan couldn’t guess what was on her mind.
“The extra support beams framing the doors and windows.” He glanced at her, doing a quick double-take. “What?”
She dredged up willpower from some deep internal source, in need of every shred to keep pretending he was just a remodeling buddy. “Nothing.”
“The homeowner’s always right.” He chuckled and headed back into the living room. “If you’re happy with my work, next summer you can hire me to rebuild that nasty old porch out back.”
Danielle’s feet stuck as she got a sudden visual of Ryan, shirtless and sweaty, working in her backyard under the sun. By the time she could move again, he had his jacket on and was headed for the front door.
“Well, thanks for dropping stuff off,” she said.
“Need more ice on my shoulder.” He paused with his hand on the doorframe, assessing her with that perfectly controlled heat, an expression way too grown up for only twenty-four. “I’ll swing by tomorrow and work on the trim.”
Her fluttery response demonstrated all the maturity of a teenager.
“Oh, and while I’m thinking about it, Mom said to make sure you know you’re welcome to join us for Thanksgiving dinner,” he said.
Since she couldn’t hug Ryan, Danielle hugged herself. “Really? That’d be awesome.”
“Maeve didn’t mention it, did she?”
“No, but it’s not the night before.” She laughed, because Maeve had always sucked at planning things in advance. Her laugh made Ryan laugh, and then things were better.
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Liv Rancourt, thank you for stopping by today!
Love & blessings to all! ❤