Writer Wednesday: Meet Terri Osburn

TOsburnWelcome to Writer Wednesday! This week we have Terri Osburn spending some time with us, and I couldn’t be more delighted. I had the opportunity to meet Ms. Osburn in person at the most recent Virginia LoveFest, part of the Virginia Festival of the Book, held each year in Charlottesville, Virginia. She was so down-to-earth and relaxed that she was just a pleasure to be around. So settle in – you can’t absorb her in-person persona via a screen, but you can at least get to know her a little better!

Which type of romance do you love most, and why?

My favorite romances are the ones in which real people find real love. The ones that take me on an emotional rollercoaster ride and leave me smiling at the end. There’s something about a love story turning out the way it should. The way we wish all love stories went in real life.

Name two things people don’t know about you.

No one would guess upon meeting me, but I was actually a pageant queen in my early years. I modeled in pageants from ages 5 to 8 have about fifty trophies still sitting around somewhere, though I have no idea where. Another little known fact about me is that I spent three years in my high school marching band, and the first year I carried a bass drum. I was about 4’10” and looked as ridiculous as you’d think, but I was good.

What fellow romance author do you recommend reading, and why?

The author I adore most in the world is LaVyrle Spencer. Sadly, she’s no longer writing, but I believe her former books are still available, if not from the major distributors, then you should find copies in any used book store. She’s the kind of writer I dream of being, and that I describe in my first answer. If you’ve never read a Spencer book, you have a gift of a backlist waiting for you.

[ML says: Oh my gosh, yes! LaVyrle Spencer is my all-time favorite romance author, as well. After (stupidly) giving away all of my romances in the ’90s, I’ve slowly been collecting her works again, and am so happy about that.]

Now let’s hear about Terri’s latest books!

1stLastHIS FIRST AND LAST

In the first book in the new Ardent Springs Series, we learn that chasing her Hollywood dreams didn’t go so well for Lorelei Pratchett. Now she’s back in Ardent Springs, TN, the source of nothing but bad memories, trying to figure out her next move. Her high school sweetheart, Spencer Boyd, wants a second chance with the girl who broke his heart, but Lorelei isn’t ready to make her homecoming a permanent situation.

HIS FIRST AND LAST is available in print, Kindle, and audio now.

The second in the Ardent Springs Series, OUR NOW AND FOREVER is available for pre-order.


Thanks so much for stopping by, Terri! It’s been a pleasure. 

Book Signing for A Man of Character: Today’s The Day!

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Oh my gosh, you guys – I am so excited for my very first book signing this afternoon! Not only that, but I get to do it with my partner in crime (er, I mean, partner in writing), the most fabulous Tamara Shoemaker!

We’ll be at the Artisan Galleries in Massanutten from 12-3, doling out cookies and lemonade and chatting about our new releases – A Man Of Character for me, and Kindle the Flame and Soul Survivor for Tamara. And, hey, FREE autographs if you buy a book!

Hope to see you there!

Flash Friday Fiction: And The Crowd Goes Wild

Louis Dodier as a prisoner, 1847. Public domain daguerrotype photo by Louis Adolphe Humbert de Molard; courtesy Google Art Project.
Louis Dodier as a prisoner, 1847. Public domain daguerrotype photo by Louis Adolphe Humbert de Molard; courtesy Google Art Project.

And The Crowd Goes Wild – 208 words

I’ve chased her my whole life. I’ve played Romeo to her Juliet, the stage my sun. I’ve screamed Stella at the top of my lungs, Phantoms of desire spurring me on. I’ve Don Juaned my way through this theater, a Casanova to all, seducing my way into her heart.

Or so I thought.

I’ve cast seductive glances, sardonic stares. I’ve raised eyebrows in all the right places, let tears fall when the role demanded it, yet still she refuses me. She teases, playing hard to get, night after night, audience after audience.

I’m Marc Antony, Lancelot, Tristan, Paris. What more does she want? What more can I give? My love for her is constant, yet she taunts me, her fickleness evident in every performance, ever changing, ever elusive.

I’m Rhett, Rochester, Heathcliff, Darcy. I’m every lover that ever was and ever shall be. And yet never have I attained her.

I’m reduced to this.

A final effort, the last hurrah in my life-long quest. I have donned fifty shades of gray. I have entered this Red Room. I have manacled myself to woo her, to win her–that always-coveted, never-achieved standing ovation.

Is it enough? Will it get me that encore?

Call me Christian. Just call for me. Please.


 

After several weeks of serious FF pieces, I had to lighten it up this week, and luckily, the photo prompt and required element (theater as setting) lent themselves beautifully to this silly little tale. What do you think? Did I get you to laugh in these 208 words, or am I like this brooding fella here, begging and pleading with you for accolades you don’t wish to bestow?

Dance, stomp, glide, sulk your way on over to Flash Friday Fiction to see the other takes — maybe leave a comment or two, or heck, give it a go yourself!

I Am Sisyphus, and Sugar Is My Boulder

sisyphusIt’s confession time. I’ve been struggling with sugar again.

It’s been a year since I decided to axe sugary stuff from my diet, but in truth, the last six months have been a series of ups and downs – getting off of sugar and being off for a while, then falling face-first into the stuff. And the times off between binges have been shrinking.

Not good.

I feel so much better when I’m off sugar, both physically and emotionally. I can concentrate better. I feel better about myself because I’m not being a slave to a substance. I feel less jittery, irritable, fuzzy, angry.

With all of those bonuses, why on EARTH would I ever go back to the stuff?

Because it tastes darn good. And because sugar is eight times more addictive than cocaine.

Sigh.

I am Sisyphus, and sugar is my boulder. I’m at the bottom of the hill again, right now.

I’ll get back on the wagon. I don’t want to lose this war, even if I concede battles.

I just wish I didn’t have to fight so hard to begin with.