Twelve Tasks Release Party #2 – Crazy Tasks Giveaway

November 6, 2013

Giveaway time! So Eliot has to perform Twelve Tasks to complete the challenge. Not all of them are life-changing, but they are all things out of Eliot’s comfort zone including signing karaoke, joining a gym, ballroom dancing etc.

Here is an excerpt from one of my favorite scenes about riding a motorcycle:

He was startled when he heard the rumbling of engines that became incrementally louder. Two motorcycles appeared from around the corner, two riders on each. Carlos was driving a big red machine with handles that stretched out on either side. Evangeline sat behind him, long dark hair tangled in the breeze, squealing with delight and waving enthusiastically when she spied Jen and Eliot.

Matt and Joel followed them, on a smaller, sleeker bike, black with shimmering edges and a small, tight frame. Eliot felt a sudden knot in his throat that had nothing to do with fear of riding and everything to do with staring at Matt as he drove toward them. He wore black jeans and a white t-shirt and large aviator sunglasses that caught the sunlight. His hands gripped the handlebars causing the muscles in his forearms to flex and stand out underneath his tanned skin. When he pulled his helmet off, his hair was wild and messy.

Eliot had to look away, had to before that image of Matt was burned in his retinas; before it became the only thing he saw when he closed his eyes.

So maybe this hasn’t happened to you. (If it has, please drop me a line in the comments. I must hear about it!) But I bet you’ve done some crazy things in the name of love. I want to know! Have you bungee jumped? Parachuted out of an airplane? Ridden a scary rollercoaster? Danced all night?

Tell me something exciting/crazy/frightening that you’ve done and I’ll pick the story I like the best and that person will get a copy of Twelve Tasks! I’ll announce the winner on the last post of my takeover today.

Twelve Tasks Release Party #1 – Resolutions

November 6, 2013

The plot of Twelve Tasks hinges around a New Year’s Resolution. Hungover from a New Year’s Eve party, Eliot is persuaded by his best friend, Jen, into participating in a resolution with her.


“A resolution?”

She nodded. “Yes. We do one brand new thing a month. Something neither of us has ever done before.”

“One new thing?”

“A month. Twelve total for the whole year.”

Eliot already knew he was going to agree because he could never refuse Jen—kind, gentle Jen who made hot chocolate with the big marshmallows, made sure Pete took his medication and that Eliot ate even when he was stressed. She knew it too, but he would be damned if he didn’t drag this out a little longer.

“And you’ll take full responsibility when I either embarrass or injure myself horribly or break something expensive?”

Her smile widened in anticipation. “Of course. Don’t I always?”

Eliot sighed yet again and gave his best put upon expression. “Well, all right then.”

Jen squealed, dropped her mug on the carpet and threw her arms around his neck.

“Oh Eliot! It will be so much fun! Just one new thing a month. That’s it and we’ll do them together and it will be marvelous!”

“Right,” Eliot answered, skeptical. “Marvelous.”

Eliot is skeptical (as he should be) about this resolution. But he follows through with it anyway and along the way he breaks out of his rut and tries new things and meets some new people. He even falls in love.

The idea of this story stemmed from one of my own resolutions. A friend of mine and I decided we wanted to get fit and we scheduled an appointment at a fancy gym. It didn’t go well from the start. Much of the descriptions from Twelve Tasks about the gym come from that experience – the loud music, the garish colors, the perfect people walking around. I ended up not signing up to work out there, but of course, I didn’t meet a Carlos or a Matt. (If I had, then this would be a different story).

I wasn’t as successful as Eliot and Jen with following through, but it did fuel this idea of branching out and trying new things.

Do you make New Year resolutions? What are some of the ones you’ve made? And did you follow through? Let me know in the comments!

Twelve Tasks Release Party – Welcome!

November 6, 2013

Hello everyone! I am Therese Woodson and I’m taking over the Dreamspinner Blog today to celebrate the release of my novella Twelve Tasks. I’m very excited to be here! Stick around because there will be a giveaway and much discussion of New Year’s Resolutions, the crazy things you probably did in college, and if you have your own quirky supporting cast. So take a sip of some champagne and dance in the confetti and let’s get started!

To kick off – here’s the blurb!

Routine makes Eliot Taylor happy. He thinks. He goes to work, goes to school, and lives with his two best friends. Except lately, something’s missing. While he’s hungover from New Year’s Eve, Eliot’s friend Jen coerces him into a New Year’s resolution. They agree to try one new activity per month for an entire year.

Each new experience checked off his list, like singing karaoke and bungee jumping, destroys more of Eliot’s comfortable routine. He meets new people. He falls in love. And despite how much it scares him, he learns to love life a little out of order.

This is my first time doing… well everything! My first release day. The first time I am taking over the blog. So I’m feeling a little bit like Eliot right now. So come and say hi in the comments!

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November 1, 2013

Here’s another excerpt from The Gospel According to Cher.


Who the fuck knocked on the cottage door with such force? Hindy shifted to peer at the time. Eight-fifteen in the morning. Not Nate; his host would have announced himself.

Hindy’s inner alarm pushed the likely candidate’s name at him. Instead of answering the knock, Hindy rolled from the bed and swiftly closed the teal curtains over the open windows. He drew the curtains across the sliding glass doors, although if someone wanted to peek in there, they would need a boat.

Three thunderous raps sounded again. The force shook the cottage. A wooden merman sculpture fell on his side.

Patrice ceased his snoring slumber. He sat up in alarm. “What the—”

Hindy waved at him to keep quiet. “Shh.” He walked to the front door. “Who is there?”

“I’m here to see Patrice.”

A low “mffgeeekhtt” sound, how odd, escaped from behind Patrice’s lip-pressed fingers. Hindy glanced back. If poor Patrice’s eyelids opened any further, he might sprain them. The sad sight distressed Hindy.

He turned back to deliver his best death diva tone. “I think not. Beside, you trespass on private property.”

“I wanted to see this wonderful B&B. How am I trespassing? Now let me talk to Patrice before I lose my temper.”

“Talk to the devil, sir.” What a fine British schoolmaster statement. His anal brother would feel proud.

“Ah, Patrice found himself a brave one, eh? How fun. Come out and play, pretty man.” Loud banging struck the cottage’s side. The thumps traveled back to the front door before they slammed down the opposite side. “Come out, come out, come out, and play, pussy cat. What a sweet pussy with long black hair. How precious. Come out and play. Show me your dainty claws, pussy cat.” The banging continued along the walls.

Damn. Shit. Fuck. Balls! The same rage that had helped Hindy survive his recent romantic atrocities stiffened his spine. “Bloody hell, this man is ridiculous. He needs to be taught a serious lesson in manners.” Hindy grabbed the first garment in the dresser drawer. Black silk boxers? Why not? He pulled them on and snatched up his phone from the dresser.

Patrice jumped from the bed to lunge forward. Before Hindy pulled away, he grasped Hindy’s right arm and yanked him back. Hindy almost fell over. Patrice’s panic grew dangerous. “Hindy, no! Kirk is crazy! Don’t go out there!”

“Patrice, my sweet, Kirk is about to meet supreme crazy in the form of one helluva pissed-off diva.” Damn, Hindy didn’t appreciating doing battle in his boxers. Too bad, one needed to make use of the special moment.

Patrice leaned down and rummaged in his leather pants. He held up a petite switchblade. “Use my knife against him!”

Hindy stared in alarm. His pretty man carried a nasty switchblade? How wild and exciting. Instead of acting thrilled, Hindy scolded Patrice. “What? No! Put the sharp menace away. I’m likely to chop off fingers and they might not be his ugly digits.” Inspiration took hold. Hindy leaned down to grab Patrice’s red leather fuck-spike. “Indeed, this is a much better weapon for me.”

“What?” Patrice’s confusion slammed into Hindy.

“Trust me here. Lock the door behind me.” More thudding assaulted the cottage walls. Hindy tossed his hair and dialed 911. “Hello, I’d like to report an assault at the Primrose Path B&B. A maniac is threatening me.”

A concerned female voice answered Hindy’s declaration. “Gosh, how awful! What is he doing?”

“Banging on the cottage walls while he threatens my physical well-being. I am going out to confront him.”

“Sir, please, stay inside!”

“My honor does not allow me to remain inside!” His drama-queen dialogue needed lush baroque music as a background. Hindy threw open the door. He nodded at Patrice. “Please lock the door behind me.”

The panic, concern, and adoration messing up Patrice’s rapt expression pushed Hindy onward. He stepped out into the sun. Kirk appeared from the left, his big hands raised and fisted for damaging action. Damn, what was he, six foot eight? What a monster! “I’m looking at the man. His name is Kirk Fitzpatrick. He’s agitated and combative. Please help me.”

To Hindy’s relief, Kirk checked his swing. He didn’t want the man’s huge fist anywhere near his face, especially not his repaired nose.

Kirk snarled in confusion. “What the fuck are you doing, you crazy bitch?”

Hindy muted the phone. “Proving I’m smarter than a common oaf. This is it. Off with you! Shoo! Go away or else. Leave us alone!” Hindy swung the spike heel up toward Kirk’s cheek.

He expected Kirk’s mocking laughter. Kirk didn’t disappoint him. “Come on, pussy cat, you attack me with a high heel shoe?” Kirk tried to grab the shoe from Hindy’s hand.

Hindy danced back. He unmuted the phone. He swatted the shoe back and forth, watching for an opening. “You don’t know how much damage an angry diva can inflict with a spike heel!” Hindy leapt forward. Memories of playing cricket roared forward to guide his arm. He swung up in giddy gusto. The spike bashed against Kirk’s bald skull right above his left ear. Red blood sparkled in the morning sun.

Kirk swung at Hindy just as Hindy held up the spike heel to block the blow. The heel opened a wound in Kirk’s wrist. Hindy yelled to the 911 operator. “Help, this madman tried to hit me!” He ignored her frantic response.

The bald giant roared in disbelief before he staggered back in pain. Hindy maintained contact with 911. He swung the shoe again. “I hit him in self-defense! Help! Help!”

The main house’s back porch door slammed open. Nate charged out, pistol in hand. His long gray hair swirled behind him. “What in blue blazes is going on? Get out of here now, you illegal varmint! I do not appreciate trespassers attacking my guests!” He limped down the stairs and held out his hand in command. Hindy handed over his phone. “Doris, this is Nate. The situation is serious. The man looks crazy. Call in the state police!”

Dildo Head bellowed in fury. Veins strained against his flesh. Hindy readied for a fresh attack. To his shock, the big man turned to run across the lawn. Hindy followed, the bloodied spike heel held high in retribution. A wild swing struck a second blow on Kirk’s lower skull before Dildo Head escaped into a huge black pickup truck. He backed up in a spray of gravel, swerved, and crashed into the back of Patrice’s yellow Duck. Hindy watched in breathless agony as the Nova’s back bumper swung toward Esmeralda to halt an inch away from her polished side.

His heart started beating again. His precious Porsche remained whole.

Dildo Head floored the truck down the driveway. Gravel spewed from the tires high enough to hit the pink roses lining the drive. The petals trembled in insult.

Behind Hindy, footsteps pounded against the grass. “You evil bastard! You fucking asshole, you hit my grandma’s Duck! I will fucking…”

Hindy caught the shrieking-in-fury Patrice around his waist before he ran down the driveway. Hugging his lover close seemed the best way to prevent Patrice from dashing naked onto the highway. “Shh. I will pay to fix your Duck, ducks. Shh. There now, my sweet, shh. Calm down.” He kissed Patrice’s teary face over and over in dizzying speed. Sad salt met his tongue. He kept whispering comforting nonsense. “Shh. The mad cunt is done. He is finished hurting people. Calm down. There’s my beautiful man. Stop crying. No, wait, what am I saying? Release your sorrow. Even a queen needs to vent. Feel free to cry on me.”

Serpentine Release Party — Wrap Up and a Sugary Snippet

October 30, 2013

Okay, everyone, it’s getting time to wrap up this party. I’m being taken out to dinner for my birthday by my lovely husband and son so I have to go get beautiful.

But before I go, have a sugar-sweet snippet from the boys of Serpentine Walls:


“One more toast to the happy couple.” Angie raised her glass in Matthew’s dining room as the latest blue house party—this one called April Follies—roared on around them. Cleo, John, and Brian followed suit, while Matthew poured more champagne for himself and Pete.

“Come on, Ang,” Pete protested, “we’ve been together a month already. When are you going to stop proposing toasts to us?”


“Jeez, we’re not getting married or anything.” But he raised his own glass nonetheless, his other hand clasped securely in Matthew’s.

“To happy endings,” Angie persisted. “And to Pete and I finding The One. Told you so!”

Pete bowed down to her. “To Angie, the sorceress, whose premonitions come true so often that it’s scary.”

Brian nodded in agreement while the rest of them raised their glasses to Angie.

Matthew tugged on Pete’s hand. “We’re not getting married?” he asked, giving him the sad eyes. “I… I thought I meant more to you, darling.

You do, dearest. You’ll never know how much….”

“Are they always like this?” Brian asked.

John smiled and shrugged. “You mean the bad romantic movie lines? Yeah, pretty much.”

“How dare you mock our love?” Matthew asked, eyes widening in faux shock. “It’s a rare and tender flower.”

“Hoo boy.” Brian held out his hand to Angie. “Let’s go sit on the screen porch so you can whisper some bad movie lines in my ear.”

“Wow, Brian,” Cleo said. “That’s the most suggestive thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

“What can I say?” Brian asked as Angie giggled. “She inspires me.”

When Angie and Brian walked away, holding hands, Matthew murmured into Pete’s ear, “Let’s go in the den. I want to sing ‘You’re All I Need To Get By’ with you.”

“Yes, Tammi.” Pete jumped when Matthew pinched his ass.

Pete secretly agreed with Matthew about the love thing. While he would never call it a “rare and tender flower,” he knew he’d lucked out. He could write reams of bad poetry just describing Matthew’s face, a case in point being the particular smirk Matthew was giving him right now—the one where his eyes crinkled up and he looked like a devilish angel.


It’s been a blast sharing my Serpentine Walls release party with you! I have a few more stops on my Serpentine Walls Blog tour, and would love for you to join me:

October 31    Purple Rose Tea House, Charlie Cochet

November 2  Dreamspinner Facebook

November 5  Suzanne van Rooyen

November 7  Lane Hayes

Let’s have one more question to give you all a chance to win GIFTS! Because it’s my birthday, I will be giving out some gifts.  All you have to do is answer one (or more) of the questions I’ll be asking through the day during the party. One of you will win a signed copy of Serpentine Walls and three more of you will win a free e-book of one of my novellas (your choice).

Question: What’s the most romantic thing that ever happened to you?

Your answers on any of my release party posts will count in the contest as long as they are posted before 12 midnight PST today, October 30!

Check back on this post by tomorrow night, 10/31 (boo! Halloween!) and I will post the winner of the signed copy and the novellas.


Alright, y’all, I’m back to announce the winners of the free gifts!  I took everyone who answered at least one question and put your names in a random name generator… and the winners are… (drum roll)

One signed copy of Serpentine Walls paperback:  JJ

One free ebook of any of my novellas: Gene, Sophie, and Susan

YAY! And thank you everyone for hanging out with me yesterday on my birthday/release day. It was fun.

WINNERS: please email me at with your email address for your DSP account (and JJ I need your snail mail). Novella winners please let me know which one you want. If you go to Serpentine Wall order page below my novellas are listed underneath.

Thanks again for partying with me on this special day.

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Serpentine Walls Release Party — Newsflash! 25% Off Birthday Gifts from Dreamspinner

October 30, 2013

Breaking Birthday Present News!  I just heard from those awesome folks at Dreamspinner that EVERYONE gets gifts!  With the code CJaneBlog you’ll get 25% off all of my books and all Coming of Age books in the Dreamspinner Store. It’s good until 5 p.m. EDT on Friday, November 1!

THANKS, DREAMSPINNER!  You guys are the best!

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Serpentine Walls Release Party #6 — Roadblocks To Romance

October 30, 2013

Welcome to the Serpentine Walls release party!  I’m enjoying chatting with everyone on all kinds of topics.  Join in.  There’s virtual cheesecake and gifts to be had.

Okay, got my therapist’s hat back on for a moment.  Shall we talk about relationships? After all, that’s what romance books are all about.

People often don’t realize what’s getting in the way of finding love or making love work.  My characters sure don’t.

In Serpentine Walls, Pete is clueless for much of the story about what’s really driving his behavior regarding relationships. He’s angry at his parents for splitting up and cynical about love. His roommate, Angie, has a premonition that they’re both going to find “The One” this year, but Pete wants no part of it.

I mentioned before that Pete’s best friend, John, is my stand-in character for my therapist side.

This edited excerpt is a scene between Pete and John where John is pointing to what’s underneath Pete getting hung up on glamorous but unavailable Aidan. Although he doesn’t get it at first, Pete comes to understand himself much better by the end of the novel:


“I don’t know. I get mixed signals, but why should I care?”

Pete slumped on the futon in John and Cleo’s living room and brooded, having jogged straight there from his unsatisfying tryst with Aidan.

“You knew he was a player from the get-go,” said John, sprawled out next to him. “Don’t let Cleo hear you moaning or you’ll get a big, fat ‘I told you so.’”

“Good she’s asleep.” Pete eyed the closed bedroom door. “But—well, okay, he’s a player. He even said so himself. But neither of us are into commitment, so what’s wrong with some uncommitted sex? What’s the big deal?” He made a frustrated sound.

“Don’t be a moron. You’re already hung up on the guy, and you’ve only had sex with him two times.”


“Three? Oh, right, the time he groped you in the closet and—”


“Do you hear yourself? Jesus, Pete. If you keep having sex with him, it’ll turn into a big deal pretty fucking fast. For you, not for him. And Aidan knows it. That’s what he’s trying to tell you.”

“It wouldn’t be a big deal! It’s just hooking up.” He flounced onto his stomach and mumbled, “Why will no one believe me?”

John gave him a look that was part amusement, part exasperation. “Pete, you dimwit. Methinks thou doth protest too much.”

“Fuck you, and Shakespeare too.”

He wanted to punch John, who was laughing into a pillow on the futon, but it would’ve taken too much energy.

“So you wanna crash here tonight?” John asked, once he’d stopped laughing.

“I guess I’ll go home.” Pete rolled off the futon and was at the door when John spoke again.



“Back to Aidan. You think maybe there’s something you’re getting out of this situation?”

Don’t start with the psych babble, Pete thought darkly. “What d’you mean?”

John propped himself up on his elbows. “Just that it’s pretty fucking safe to be hung up on a guy who’s unavailable.”

“Safe?” Pete had no idea what John was talking about. “And I’m not hung up on him.”

“Whatever you say. Think about it.” John lay back down with a yawn. “Later, dude.”

Pete walked down Rugby Road in a funk. Safe. What the fuck? What does wanting to hook up with Aidan have to do with being safe?


This pattern of Pete’s to fall for people who are unavailable (and to not be interested in people who are) is one I know well, because I did the same thing throughout my twenties. My parents split up when I was eighteen and although I thought I’d gotten over it, the result was that I never could seem to find a lasting relationship. The guys that wanted me, I wasn’t interested in. And I’d get riveted on the ones who weren’t available and try to change them.

I finally realized that I was more interested in protecting myself from getting hurt than I was in having a relationship. And once I had that realization, I was able to get beyond my fear and let a great guy into my life. I’ve been married to him for 24 years.

Question time, so remember: GIFTS! Because it’s my birthday, I will be giving out some gifts.  All you have to do is answer one (or more) of the questions I’ll be asking through the day during the party. One of you will win a signed copy of Serpentine Walls and three more of you will win a free e-book of one of my novellas (your choice).

Any of you see yourselves in Pete? What are some of the roadblocks that you see yourself or other people putting in the way of love?

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Serpentine Walls Release Party #5 — Let’s Talk Movies!

October 30, 2013

Thanks, all, for joining the party! My birthday has been great so far, getting to hang out with all of you and talk about Serpentine Walls.

GIFTS! Because it’s my birthday, I will be giving out some gifts.  All you have to do is answer one (or more) of the questions I’ll be asking through the day during the party. One of you will win a signed copy of Serpentine Walls and three more of you will win a free e-book of one of my novellas (your choice).

Let’s talk about movies.  I love movies, which you will notice when you read the novel.  My MC, Pete, makes his first film under the tutelage of Matthew, the guy he falls in love with. Pete’s other love interest, Aidan, plays a part in his movie while the rest of Pete’s friends are involved in some way.

The characters also talk about movies a LOT in this book.  I hadn’t realized how much until I went back through and made a list of every movie that is mentioned in the novel.  Here’s the list, in the order in which they appear:

Cinema Paradiso

Hannah and her Sisters

Transformers 3

Ruby Sparks

The Squid and the Whale

Seventh Seal

Animal House

Brokeback Mountain

Sleepless In Seattle

When Harry Met Sally

Sweeney Todd

South Pacific

The Sound of Music

Monsters, Inc.


Now, Voyager

Mean Girls




Romeo and Juliet


The Hobbit

Pete and Matthew quote lines from Now, Voyager, the classic Bette Davis film.

And one of my favorite lines in the story is the movie line that comes to Pete’s mind when he and Matthew are about to share their first kiss:

Their eyes held, and everything became quiet inside of Pete. It felt like being on a precipice. Screw it, he thought, and before he could lose his nerve, he reached out and took Matthew’s hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Um, holding your hand?” Pete winced as the suave line he could have said if his life were a movie ran through his head: What I should have done long ago….

Okay, question time.  What is your all-time favorite movie and why?

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Serpentine Walls Release Party #4 — On The Couch

October 30, 2013

Welcome again to the party.  We’re having cake and talking about Serpentine Walls.

I’m a licensed clinical social worker and psychotherapist. My stories often contain some psychological themes and Serpentine Walls is no exception.

The character in Serpentine Walls who stands in for my psychotherapist side is John Borden, Pete’s best friend from childhood. John is a psychology major and is studying the work of Carl Jung, who was a famous Swiss psychiatrist and friend of Sigmund Freud.

Here’s Jung. Ain’t he cute?

Archetypes, extrovert/introvert, collective unconscious – all are concepts developed by Jung. John talks to Pete about “animus projection” in the story, which would take a whole other post to explain.

So let’s talk about dreams. Both Jung and Freud were interested in dreams and the messages that they convey. Pete mentions a few of his dreams in the book. Here’s one:


Jogging down the sidewalk, Pete let the rhythmic pounding lull him into a meditative state. The wind kicked up, and a fragment of a dream he’d had the night before drifted into his mind.

He’s outside his house, but he’s lost his key and can’t get in. Now he’s inside, standing in the foyer. All of the furniture is unfamiliar. Adults in black mourning clothes are in the hallway, and they say, “We’re sorry for your loss.” His eyes fill with tears and he keeps groping in his pocket for the key, but it’s not there.

Pete wiped the sweat from his forehead. Freud could do something with that. No, Jung. John was forever spouting Jungian theory. He’d have to tell him this one—John loved to analyze his dreams.

I’ve got an analysis. Life sucks. Nothing lasts. People are shitheads and leave you in the end. Like Dad.


I think Pete’s friend John might come up with a more positive analysis.

Dreams are amazing. They sometimes seem bizarre but they are the avenue through which our unconscious mind comments on and works through life events.

Pete’s dream shows that he’s mourning the loss of his old life where his family was together. But it also shows the presence of “adults in black mourning clothes” who sympathize with him. These are helpful figures, an aspect of Pete’s unconscious that is there to support him.

When you study your dreams, you can get much information about yourself that isn’t available through your waking mind.  So here comes the question:

Have you had dreams, good or bad, which stuck with you or made an impact on your life? I’d love to hear about them.

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October 30, 2013

Beautiful pics CJ! Good luck with your party. Will put it on my to read list!!