Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Coming Soon!

Hi, all. Letting everyone know I'm redoing my website and will restart the blogs at that time! Looking for a March launch date. Take care and many blessings. Thanks for sticking with me and see you then!


~ Lise

How much danger would you face for the perfect romance?

Lise Fuller, www.lisefuller.com, www.myspace.com/lisefuller, ROMANTIC TIMES REVIEWERS CHOICE NOMINEE, 2006; Pikes Peak Romance Writers 2006 Author of the Year; Best Newsletter Article of the Year for 2006-Colorado Romance Writers

~On Danger's Edge, available at Borders, Barnes & Noble and in e-book, Cerridwen Press, www.cerridwenpress.com, 4 1/2 Stars from Romantic Times
~Intimate Deceptions, available in e-book, Cerridwen Press, www.cerridwenpress.com, RECOMMENDED READS from Coffee Time Romance and Joyfully Reviewed
~Cutting Loose, available at Borders, Barnes & Noble and in e-book, Cerridwen Press, www.cerridwenpress.com

Monday, May 21, 2007

Love Your Workouts! Er, not....



If you've been reading me a while, you know there's a local sportswriter that I love to read. He's a an article every Monday in the Gazette and his name is Milo Bryant. Today he had an article in there called "You don't like your workout? That's tough." I LOVE it! It's so true.

Now, Milo is a no-holds-barred person, which I really admire. He tells it like it is. In today's post, he talks about people complaining about being hot, sweaty, etc. and that it's the basis of the world's ills. Yet, they STILL want to look--as he states-- "fantabulous". He talks about a 'funny' line he'd gotten--"If I was supposed to be buff, I would not have been born so soft." But he has a rebuttal to those complaining who still want to look great -- "Tough poopoo for you." LOL!

His point? There is no written rule that says your workout has to be fun or that you have to enjoy it. And I agree. We've been spoiled a lot in like, having things come easy. But being in great shape takes work, and no magic pill or overnight diet will do that for you.

Another great point he makes is that when you work out, you're pushing your body beyond its normal limits to establish a new baseline and you're stepping out of your comfort zone, which is

typically unpleasant. But as he says, if you're performing your work right, it's never easy, and it's rarely fun. One thing I can say though--when you've achieved something you didn't know you could, or even thought it was beyond you, it's an incredible feeling of accomplishment.

Now, Milo gives some advise to make things easier: "Understand." See the benefits of what you are doing, add some music to pump you up, get your family involved and make a game out of it.

If you'd like to read more, here's the link: http://www.gazette.com/articles/working_22649___article.html/fitness_supposed.html

And you can email Milo at milo.bryant@gazette.com. He has another fitness challenge he's ready to do with someone as well, so if you're in the area, check it out.

~ Lise

How much danger would you face for the perfect romance? Lise Fuller, http://www.lisefuller.com/, www.myspace.com/lisefuller, ROMANTIC TIMES REVIEWERS CHOICE NOMINEE, 2006; Pikes Peak Romance Writers 2006 Author of the Year, Colorado Romance Writers Newletter Article Award for 2006
~On Danger's Edge, print-03/07, available in e-book, Cerridwen Press, http://www.cerridwenpress.com/, 4 1/2 Stars from Romantic Times
~Intimate Deceptions, available in e-book, Cerridwen Press, http://www.cerridwenpress.com/, RECOMMENDED READS from Coffee Time Romance and Joyfully Reviewed
~Cutting Loose, print-04/07, available in e-book, Cerridwen Press, http://www.cerridwenpress.com/












Don't Spill The Coffee!

Well, I finally did it. Split coffee on my laptop keyboard. So I'll be offline a while until this gets fixed. However, one must love the the break. I've been thinking I've been too attached to the internet as it it. And I can still write--the old fashioned way. With pen and paper. Hey, whatever works!

Now ya'll take care until I get back.

~ Lise

How much danger would you face for the perfect romance? Lise Fuller, www.lisefuller.com, www.myspace.com/lisefuller, ROMANTIC TIMES REVIEWERS CHOICE NOMINEE, 2006; Pikes Peak Romance Writers 2006 Author of the Year ~On Danger's Edge, print-03/07, available in e-book, Cerridwen Press, www.cerridwenpress.com, 4 1/2 Stars from Romantic Times~Intimate Deceptions, available in e-book, Cerridwen Press, www.cerridwenpress.com, RECOMMENDED READS from Coffee Time Romance and Joyfully Reviewed~Cutting Loose, print-04/07, available in e-book, Cerridwen Press, www.cerridwenpress.com

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Recovering From RT!

Stuffing Bags for Moulin Rouge =>

Wow! What a high-energy conference! I've never been to a Romantic Times conference before and for my first conference I have to say--fantastic! But, geez, I wish my fellow authors would have warned this RT Virgin a bit more!

But I'm jumping ahead--first, we worked. (And let me apologize for the photo quality. I'd forgotten my camera and had to use an instamatic!) Here's the set up in the Imperial Ball room where we stuff over 800 bags with goodies for the attendees of Ellora's Cave Moulin Rouge party. And it was the first awesome experience I had. First, meeting all these wonderful ladies -- and Rod, the first Prince of EC -- was so much fun. You know, you see people on line, but then meeting them in person is such a treat. What a wonderful group. And the EC staff -- Kelly, Jeania, Patty and Cindy -- we're so kind and sweet. I love these gals and they're the reason I love being a Jasmine-Jade author.


Well, when we finished stuffing the bags, the calendar 'boys' were outside signing the EC calendars. They lined up from January to December and they were awesome and so nice! I got 5 calendars--one for each of my critique partners (sshhhh, don't tell them, it's a surprise) and each one of them personalized each calendars. The funniest thing was, when I got to John (the cowboy), there was a break in the tables. So I needed to shuffle the calendars over a few at a time. Anyway, when I got to him, in a panic I said, "I've got five coming." He turns to the others and said, "Look out guys, we got a stalker!" I blushed. Didn't know what to say. But everyone laughed. Anyway, I was known as the stalker after that.


<= The Calendar Boys=>


(John is first on the right in this picture =>)

Now you would think that after being tagged like that the party should have been a breeze. No way! Omigod. I never expected. First we were escorted over the stage and down the stairs. Thank goodness those handsome hunks held onto our arms tight and held us close because while trying to walk down those rickety stairs in spiked heels,I know some of us would have tripped. Anyway, one of the hunks (I won't mention who--ahem) after the ceremonies came up, took my hands and put them on his pecs. Omigod! I never expected that! And, even being a very happily married woman, I have to say--Damn, did that feel good! Then Ash, my roommate and I, asked Ryan if he'd take a picture with us. Well, when he whispered in my ear in that oh-so-sexy voice of his "Lift your leg, sweetheart", how could I resist? (Ahem.)

<= Ryan & Me at the Moulin Rouge Party Okay, so I'm only human, but that's as wild as I got--promise! Anyway, we had a nice chat and he's a really nice guy (plus, he feels incredible.) Ok, enough of that. Besides, I had my own incredible hunk at home (and he feels even better! Better yet, he's all mine! Yeah!)

Well, the party was great--and yes, I danced but b
ehaved myself! Still, the next day was just as busy if not more. (Got my workout in though!) And guess what? Came down stairs and found both John and Rodney practicing body building poses. I asked if they were competing and John told me he was trying to get ready for a show in July. They let me take some shots, so I'll share them here with you.























And here's a few more. In the one that looks like 'just John', look again. Rodney is actually behind him! John is a big man!























And for the LAST pose I took of them -- I have to admit, this is my fav! THANK YOU KIM LOWE FOR TAKING THE PIC! (Yes, it's me! Look how small I look!)


Well, then at the Vampire Ball, guess what, the most romantic thing happened. My own PERSONAL hunk showed and surprised me in his dress blues! Yowzer! And before you say it, he REALLY did just show up to support me. Plus, he'll be gone for awhile sooner than what we thought. Besides, we hadn't had a weekend, much less a night, alone since before 2001. So there you have it. It was a stitch. The next morning, I redressed in my previous night's clothes, carried my heels, and had to explain to two women at the elevator I was really with my husband! Then when I got to my 'other' room--the one I shared with Ash, she has the nerve to say "It's about time young lady!" LOL! I felt like a twenty year old on a one-night stand. What a fantasy come true!

Captain Tom (my real hero and the model for all my book's heroes) & I at the Vampire Ball

Another of the funniest things was, I continued the fantasy of 'picking up a sexy military guy' at the SOS Soiree, a gathering for those supporting the military, and snuck up behind him, saying something like, "Hey, sexy, I'd like to take you home." Two women next to him that he'd been talking to were ready to jump up and protect his honor! But before they could, Tom told them I was his wife. We all had a good laugh. They were both military spouses (one an ex-MP) and were going to tell them "HE'S MARRIED!" LOL! What a week!

Then we had the signing. It was wonderful and I was honored to meet all those in person I've meet online on myspace and on the loops as well as reviewers whom I love. Ya'll rock! Oh, and some guy who's doing a video blog interviewed me. It was awesome.

<= Thanks to Lillian Feisty for this Pic!


Well, that's it for now. Thanks for joining me and to all, many blessings! You rock!

~ Lise

How much danger would you face for the perfect romance?

Lise Fuller, www.lisefuller.com, www.myspace.com/lisefuller, ROMANTIC TIMES REVIEWERS CHOICE NOMINEE, 2006; Pikes Peak Romance Writers 2006 Author of the Year

~On Danger's Edge, print-03/07, available in e-book, Cerridwen Press, www.cerridwenpress.com, 4 1/2 Stars from Romantic Times
~Intimate Deceptions, available in e-book, Cerridwen Press, www.cerridwenpress.com, RECOMMENDED READS from Coffee Time Romance and Joyfully Reviewed
~Cutting Loose, print-04/07, available in e-book, Cerridwen Press, www.cerridwenpress.com

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Monday, April 23, 2007

Signing At RT!




For those of you coming to RT, I'll be signing On Danger's Edge (the book nominated for one of this year's RT Reviewers Choice Awards) and Cutting Loose at the book fair on Sat! Come by and see me, even if it's just to chat!
~ Lise
How much danger would you face for the perfect romance? Lise Fuller, http://www.lisefuller.com/, www.myspace.com/lisefuller, ROMANTIC TIMES REVIEWERS CHOICE NOMINEE, 2006; Pikes Peak Romance Writers 2006 Author of the Year
~On Danger's Edge, print-03/07, available in e-book, Cerridwen Press, http://www.cerridwenpress.com/, 4 1/2 Stars from Romantic Times
~Intimate Deceptions, available in e-book, Cerridwen Press, http://www.cerridwenpress.com/, RECOMMENDED READS from Coffee Time Romance and Joyfully Reviewed
~Cutting Loose, print-04/07, available in e-book, Cerridwen Press, http://www.cerridwenpress.com/

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Tuesday, April 17, 2007

New Review For Intimate Deceptions!


Hi, all! The book that got Coffee Time's FIRST Recommended Read award and a Recommended read from Joyfully Reviewed got another 5 HEARTS from Love Romances and more and I had to celebrate! Woohoo!

Here's part of the review:

"There is nothing better than a story you just can’t seem to put down and Lise Fuller’s INTIMATE DECEPTIONS definitely fits this description. Elena and Brodie’s story is action, suspense and strong emotion from first page to last. Fuller keeps readers on the edge of their seats trying to figure out what is going to happen next to these two very passionate characters as they work their way back together as lies and secrets try equally hard to keep them apart.

The storyline flows so very nicely from one shocking surprise to the next. It would be difficult indeed not to feel for Elena and Brodie after the way fate has treated them both. The emotions these characters produce are very real. When this reader found herself crying over the story’s villain, Ms. Fuller cemented her spot as a “must have” author for a coveted place on an already overflowing bookcase of exceptional authors."

If you're interested, check out the blurb and excerpt at this link! http://www.cerridwenpress.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=1-4199-0787-5

Thanks for helping me celebrate!


~ Lise

How much danger would you face for the perfect romance?

Lise Fuller, www.lisefuller.com, www.myspace.com/lisefuller, ROMANTIC TIMES REVIEWERS CHOICE NOMINEE, 2006; Pikes Peak Romance Writers 2006 Author of the Year

~On Danger's Edge, print-03/07, available in e-book, Cerridwen Press, www.cerridwenpress.com, 4 1/2 Stars from Romantic Times
~Intimate Deceptions, available in e-book, Cerridwen Press, www.cerridwenpress.com, RECOMMENDED READS from Coffee Time Romance and Joyfully Reviewed
~Cutting Loose, print-04/07, available in e-book, Cerridwen Press, www.cerridwenpress.com

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Monday, March 05, 2007

Writing On

Hey, all, glad you're here. I've been writing -- and writing and writing -- working on my new manuscript. It's coming along and is about a women who's concept of her sexuality has been challenged over the years. The hero is her first lover--who hurt her by denying how deep his feelings ran for her. I'm really loving this. The working title is Night Maneuvers. Here's an uneditted snippet.

Thunder rumbled in the distance over the Colorado mountains. Tucked away in his family’s seldom used villa, Rick Hansen’s eyes fluttered open with uneasy thoughts. He stared out the window at the pitch black sky, thinking, knowing the visions in his mind were even bleaker. He pressed his lids shut. He needed sleep, yet his tired mind remained in that weird place between awake and total oblivion.

They were on point, he and his best friend Chas. Sweat coated Rick’s armpits. Without mercy, the Afghan sun beat hot against his body, the wind from the rugged, barren mountains around them burning his face.

“Yeah,” Chas Branford said walking next to him, his mouth cocked in that shit-eating grin he wore when he was pleased with himself, “the girl was a great piece of ass. Dark, smooth skin...whew.”

Rick snickered, smoldering under his Kevlar helmet and body armor, then nodded, not really liking the way Chas talked about women. But after so many years as friends, he found the banter easier to take if he agreed.

“You need to come with me next time.” His prep school buddy punched him in the arm. Rick eyed him through his peripheral vision wondering why he’d stayed friends with him for so long. He and Chas were nothing alike.

Chas droned next to him as Rick studied the sandy landscape of the valley they patrolled, ever vigilant. The enemy was out there, somewhere, and he didn’t want to get blown to hell by some rusty Russian IED that had long been forgotten after the Taliban’s victory over the old Soviet Union, a victory that could only be won with the help of the CIA. Rick snorted in contempt, wondering why we ever supported the same radicals that shook America’s eastern seaboard.

Then he grimaced, remembering the damage he’d seen from a hidden explosive when they’d first arrived. The guy had just made sergeant. Was his daughter’s birthday. He’d been yakking about his little girl when he stepped on the damn thing. Not pretty.

“Keep your eyes peeled, Chas. You don’t know what fucked up crap is out here.”

“Sheeeeiiittt. I’m doing that, man.” He removed his helmet and ran a hand through his short hair. When the platoon sergeant yelled at Chas, he plopped the Dome of Obedience back on his head and cussed. “Hell, I don’t know what we’re doing here.”

Rick snorted. “You mean what we’re doing tramping in the high desert looking for the enemy, or why we joined the army and came to Afghanistan?”

“Both,” Chas growled.

Rick cut his eyes toward his childhood friend. “Your father, remember?” Never one to suffer, Chas had quickly gotten sick of the army’s stark routine but Chas’ ego wouldn’t let them back out, even when Rick’s dad offered to pull some strings to get them released.

For a moment, Chas’ eyes grew cold and distant. Then he snorted and came back to reality. “Yeah, I know. But I wish I had the real bastards behind this shit. I’d put an IED up their a-holes instead of burning the hell out of my feet marching around the fucking desert after stupid rag-head grunts.”

Rick knew Chas thought they were too good for this. After all, the two of them came from money and good breeding. Rick huffed to emphasize his point. “Those guys’ are such assholes their butts are too huge for an explosive to stay in. That’s why we find the shit buried in the sand so often. They fall out.”

Chas laughed. His normally smooth patrician features crinkled in the sun-reddened skin around his eyes and mouth. “Yeah.” His voice dropped as he looked away and walked on. When the sergeant told them to keep their eyes peeled and spread out, Chas moved a few feet farther away. Rick kept tabs on him from the corner of his eye. He knew Chas dwelt too much on the events that brought them here. Right now, his friend’s mind wasn’t really in the game.

The deep rumblings of the storm in the far distance interrupted Rick’s sleep-induced vision like static on the radio. He tossed and covered his head with the pillow then fell back into his Morphean state, hoping to find sleep sometime tonight. Slumber eluded him lately—the deadened state where he didn’t have to remember grew fewer and farther between.
He closed his eyes as another flash lit the night sky.

Chas snorted again, loudly this time. “Hey, I wonder what Flabby Tabby is doing these days. Damn girl was ugly as sin, especially with those coke bottles on her eyes, but she was a smart one. She always had a thing for you.”

Rick bit the inside of his cheek before he said something that would make Chas take aim at their childhood friend, cutting her in absentia with his caustic remarks. A year younger than him, Rick swallowed thinking of the tomboy he and his buddies had grown up with. “Tab” she liked to be called. After all, Tabitha was too foo-foo sounding for a boy. Rick smirked, remembering. She’d been his best friend until high school and a damn good shortstop. Tab’s father, an ex-navy seal, had been the family bodyguard. The man raised Tab himself after her mother died. Too young at the time to remember Mrs. Wellbourne, Rick had come to respect Nolan, Tab’s dad. The man was like a second father to him. Something he needed, especially with his own father gone so often on business. Nolan Wellbourne taught Rick everything he knew about surviving in the wilderness and how to defend himself—how to be a man. In turn, Rick’s mother kind of took Tab under her wing, trying to teach her to appreciate the finer aspects of being feminine. He remembered his mother, after finding Tab crying from a skinned knee, teaching her to play the piano. Rick recalled many an occasion finding Tabitha alone in the music room playing. Caught, she’d insisted her practicing was only to please his mother. But she grew good at it.

He smiled. He could still see the intense look on Tabitha’s face when she played. Closing his eyes a brief moment, he imagined the lilting sound of the Moonlight Sonata in the background.

A sudden blast deafened Rick and yanked him from his musings. He grabbed his head as a sharp pain lanced through his eardrums. Warm blood dripped down the side of his face from the soft flesh that pelted him. A sick feeling twisted his gut.

He opened his eyes and stared where Chas had stood. Chas’ blue eyes glared back at him a few feet away. His friend’s chest rose from his mangled torso as he sucked in a breath.

Smirking, Chas huffed. “Tell...mom...I’m sorry.”

His head dropped in the sand. His eyes dead to the world.

A boom cracked near the window. Rick bolted up, his nude body drenched in sweat. The light flashed. He stood and wiped a hand over his face to get his bearings. It was just the storm. Inhaling, he worked to steady his breathing as he shoved the curtain aside to peer out the windowpanes, reassuring himself he was still in the family getaway between Snowmass and Aspen.

In the courtyard to the untended garden outback, someone jumped from the hot tub. Someone naked. The sinewed, willowy body wrapped a towel around herself then stared at the three-quarters length window where he stood.

It was her. Tabitha. How did she get here? Or was he dreaming?
The ethereal form stared a moment longer then dashed into the rain.
Rick shoved the window open and yelled for her but in moments the vision vanished into the mists.

Cold wind and rain buffeted him. Rick straightened and ran a hand through his hair. He had sworn that was her. But she’d looked so different. Sleek instead of full-figured. Yet, she had to have recognized him. Was it her? Or was he still dreaming?

He shook his head. His mind played tricks on him again. That had to be it. Damn, the dreams were getting worse. He rubbed his temples. Thank God, his team finally got to rest. He needed a break to recover.

Closing the window, he eased under the sheets, thinking as his body shivered from the cold. The new housekeeper that had greeted him on his arrival had told him no one else was here. In fact, the only reason the housekeeper had been there was to ready the place for his parents arrival. There was a lot to do. His dad, too busy to rest, had closed the house years ago, but since Rick was stateside for a while, his parents had decided to do a family get-together in a few weeks. So no one else should be there. Yet he’d seen someone—a female, of that he was sure.

And it wasn’t the housekeeper.

Uneasy with his thoughts, he decided on the only thing he could. Tomorrow he would search the house and find out for himself. He was too tired to do it now. He needed rest. But he also needed to reassure himself. If the intruder was Tab, he’d want to know why she ran from him. If it was someone else, he wanted to know what the hell the woman was doing here.

Closing his eyes, he felt his sex harden at the sensual site he’d witnessed. He’d seen the woman’s fully exposed body, the small, darkened patch of hair at the junction of her legs emphasizing her sex. He’d just come back from another mission to Afghanistan, part of the rotation all the Special Forces teams were taking, even though his team generally worked in South America. He hadn’t had a woman in a while. Swallowing, he tossed onto his side and shoved a pillow between his knees, hoping to still the need for someone to hold. Unbidden, the memories of taking Tab in his arms, feeling her lush body under his, haunted him. He forced the thoughts away, knowing that after the embarrassment he let her suffer for his ego years ago, he had permanently alienated her.

Mumbling a curse at the stupidity of his past, he punched the pillow to hollow out a hole then let his head drop against it.

Soon, he fell into an uneasy slumber, the storm punctuating his nightmares.

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Saturday, February 24, 2007

On Balance

Trying to write is a fulltime occupation. However, real life gets in the way--or does it? If we want to write we have to prioritize. Put it first in things, set goals and go for it. You'll never know until you try. Read a good article in Writers Mag yesterday which talked to the fear of not having a perfect manuscript. I related. I think every writer faces a blank page with horror and trepidation--wondering what the heck will be on it at some point.

Thing is, the more I do the better I get. So, off I go.

Keep writing.

Talk to you soon and remember to check out my fitness blog at www.lisestips.blogspot.com

~ Lise

How much danger would you face for the perfect romance?
Lise Fuller, www.lisefuller.com, ROMANTIC TIMES REVIEWERS CHOICE NOMINEE, 2006; Pikes Peak Romance Writers 2006 Author of the Year
~On Danger's Edge, print-03/07, available in e-book, Cerridwen Press, www.cerridwenpress.com, 4 1/2 Stars from Romantic Times
~Intimate Deceptions, available in e-book, Cerridwen Press, www.cerridwenpress.com, RECOMMENDED READS from Coffee Time Romance and Joyfully Reviewed
~Cutting Loose, print-04/07, available in e-book, Cerridwen Press, www.cerridwenpress.com