September 2, 2014

Story Inspiration

If you follow my Facebook Page Candice Gilmer, Author you might have noticed I've been putting up pictures of Chris Pine lately.

Especially pictures of Chris in glasses.

I mentioned in my last post that I was involved in an anthology collection written by a ton of amazing authors.

Well, long story short, the reason for the Chris Pine obsession? Because my hero for this upcoming short story has glasses and might resemble Chris a bit.

I don't normally let an actor inspire a lead character in a book--at least not to this degree. Sure, I'll glance at pictures and say, hey, he looks kinda like how I pictured ____ to look.

For example, this model is who I see (or at least a close resemblance) to Bruce, from Before His Eyes

He looked whimsical, and just a bit nerdy, but still charming, which is how I saw Bruce. And i didn't even find this until after I'd finished the book. :)

But for this new book, possibly because it's on such a tight production line, I didn't have time to imagine the guy in all his stylistic glory, I need to get his story done as soon as possible.

So as such, I've been snagging pictures of the lovely Chris Pine in different ensembles to figure out how my lead character would dress. He's one of those guys that can go from casual to business and look amazing in either.

This is good, because my hero has the same need--he has to go from "manual labor" to "boardroom" several times in this story.

My lead character owns a landscaping company, so he would work outside, but still be able to go to client meetings, and dress nice when warranted.

So yeah, if you stop by my Facebook page, and you see a  lot of Chris Pine, you'll know why.

And in a few weeks, we'll be unveiling the anthology this little short story will be in, where me and a lot of other very talented authors will be taming our alphas...

More to come!

August 25, 2014

Work Work Work = More Books For You

Howdy everyone.

Once again, I've been horribly neglecting my blog. But I have a really, really, really good excuse...

Lots of stuff on my plate right now, but that's good for you all, because that means I'll be releasing more books soon!

First off, I signed two new contracts with Samhain Publishing, so I'll be releasing Saving Her Destiny in June 2015 (a spin-off from Just His Taste, out Sept 2014) and Dark Within in October, 2015.

Also, as a bonus, for you people who love print books, Under His Nose and Before His Eyes will be released in a single print volume July 2015, called Guys and Godmothers.

(Nope, I don't have any pretty cover art to reveal yet, but hopefully sooner rather than later.)

Also... there is more.

I will be a part of an anthology coming out in December, with a huge list of amazing authors that I feel very privileged to be in the same book with. I can't reveal more than that right now, but there's more...

And there might be Alphas involved.

There's also a few other projects on the back-burner that I'm hoping to get to relatively soon that I'm looking to possibly self-publish next year as well.

Yep, you heard that right. I'm considering doing some self-publishing to add to my roster of books. Nothing is confirmed yet, and nothing is set in stone, but I'm toying with the idea. There's a lot on my plate right now. I've managed to shovel off several items already, but the items keep growing and there's more and more I have already committed to that must be taken care of first.

So the next year should be very interesting. :) A lot more from me. So get ready. This should be a fun ride.

August 7, 2014

Know Your Roots.

I get told a lot that my books are funny.

Yeah, I guess they probably are.

I don't sit down with the intent of writing a funny scene or a funny book. They just come out that way. Probably because I live a generally funny life.

Kristan Higgins and Jill Shalvis talk all the time on their facebook pages about the funny/silly things that happen in their lives all the time. From their own clumsiness to just funny circumstances that only seem to happen to them, you can see how they channel that into their books.

To be able to poke fun at yourself, with that "This would only happen to me" mentality, as well as being mature enough to laugh at yourself when the unbelievable happens, that's a special gift. I can't say for sure that fifteen years ago, if something mortifying happened to me, I would have hidden in my bedroom with the blankets over my head until it went away, but it's very likely that's exactly what I would have done. Possibly even turn off the phone. For a week.



Mostly, I roll my eyes, laugh it off, and move on. After all, I got kids, a husband, and a house. Funny and/or ridiculous things happen to me every single day.

Like only I could proudly paint a wall, and while touching it up two days later, rip two holes back in the pretty much perfect wall, resulting in Spackle and primer and paint.


Or fall off my office chair.

Or break my storage shelves because I moved them six inches.

So, do I have a lot in common with Ms Higgins and Ms Shalvis? Probably more than any of us would like to admit. (Though we have not met to compare notes, but someday, I'm sure it'll happen.)

So when I write my books, I write about those funny things, whether I mean to or not, the stuff comes out, and makes these scenes that I fall in absolute love with, for no other reason than it's just funny.

Here's one of my favorites from Fantasy Girl, my first novel, about a fan fiction writer who's being stalked through the internet by a serial killer:

“You have got to be kidding me.” I cried out as I kicked my rear driver’s-side tire. The thing was flatter than a pancake. A slew of cuss words slipped out of my mouth, rivaling the best sailors.
“Lynn?” came a voice from behind me.
“What?” I spun around to glare at the one and only Jack Edwards. Damn my luck. And didn’t it beat all, that a week after meeting him, I was still getting all gooey inside just looking at him.
I seriously needed some help. Professional help.
“Uh, need some help?” he asked with a brow raised, framing his rather amused expression.
“No, thank you,” I snapped, glaring down at the terrible tire. Anything to keep from looking at Jack. “I am perfectly capable of changing my own tire.” I opened the trunk, and tried to pull my tire out. Which really, it wasn’t that heavy. It was a spare…
And it landed with a thud, flat as well.
Jack hid a smirk behind his hand. “Sure you don’t need anything?”
“I’m fine,” I said a bit too loudly.
“Sure you are.” He sashayed up next to me, and yes, it was a sashay, he was far too damn smug for his good looks. Damn me for getting all girly inside at the sight of him coming over to rescue my damsel in distress.
Then he became the ultimate man.
He picked up the flat spare, looked at it, and said “Yep, it’s flat.”
“What are you, a rocket scientist in your spare time?”
“Only on the weekends.”
I stuck my tongue out at him. Yep, I’m mature. Really.
Then Jack started rooting around in my trunk, pulling out the jack.
“What are you doing? I can’t put that flat spare on.” I put my hands on my hips and glared at him.
Jack positioned the lift under my car, and started raising the poor old Mazda that I drove. “But I can take you to get this tire fixed.” he popped off the hubcap and started on the bolts.
What an arrogant ass! What am I? Incapable of taking care of myself? I mean I can very easily change a tire. It’s not like it’s hard. ’Course, truth be told, I would call my dad, and have him come do it for me, because, well, he’s my dad, and he lives for this stuff.
“What if I don’t want you to? I’m perfectly capable,” I started to argue, but with amazing pit crew speed, Jack had the flat tire off my car before I could finish my sentence. I threw my arms up in the air in frustration.
“What?” Jack asked. “You know where there’s a place that can fix this?”
“There’s a Pep Boys or something like that around the corner,” I said letting out a sigh.
’Course, I really couldn’t help the part of me that was excited that the new guy was helping me get my tire fixed. He led me to a huge black Chevy Tahoe, immaculate inside and out. I couldn’t help whistling at the perfection of it and feeling like crap that Jack had to see my Mazda that seriously needed to be traded in for something else.
The stars must have aligned just right, because as Jack and I were climbing in, Tina Smith and several of her minions were leaving the building. Instantly her gaze locked on mine, and she shot daggers at me.
It took all my strength not to stick my tongue out at her.

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July 6, 2014

Dad's Inspiration

 In UNDER HIS NOSE, one of my favorite parts is when Roark takes Stephanie out on a "real date." The two of them have been best friends for all their lives, but they've never crossed that "dating" line. Enter Roark's Fairy Godmother, Christy, to help get them over that hump, because they really do belong together.

Anyway, one of my favorite parts is when Roark picks Stephanie up in his dad's classic Camaro.

Part of the reason this is one of my favorite scenes is because the car is very much based on my dad's show car--a '67 Camaro. So I figured, like any good author, I'd better do some research on this particular vehicle before I wrote about it. After a bit of begging, I finally got my dad to take me for a ride in his Camaro. He opened the door and shut it for me (so I wouldn't slam it, because, let's face it, it's an older car, I would have tried to slam the door shut...) And it just lightly latched shut, like a brand new one -- go figure.

We got inside, and when I reached for the seat belt, I found myself a bit at a loss.

"There's no shoulder strap," my dad says as he fastens the lap belt. "Older cars didn't have them."

"Don't you have to modify it to have one now?" I asked, trying to sit up in the seats that made me feel like I was half-laying down.

He shook his head as he started up the car--which sounded pretty close to an airplane flying over head, the engine so loud and grumbly. "Nope. It's a classic that's been restored." He then proceeded to explain laws and seat belts in much more detail than I probably ever wanted to know as he backed the car out of the garage.

And when he pulled away, I understood why the seats made you feel like you were half-laying down--otherwise you'd have whiplash if you sat up straight.

That's the only time I've been in Dad's show car, but I'll never forget it. And I'm pretty sure there will be more classic Camaros in future books.

It was that awesome of a ride.

Excerpt of UNDER HIS NOSE with the Camaro

Roark pulled into the drive of Stephanie’s condo. Concern hit him. Her car was in the garage, but the entire place was dark. He’d expected to see lights on—her inside, getting around. Like always. Usually Stephanie was an affront to any energy-conscious person—every light on, all the time.
He wondered if she’d ditched him, and he grabbed his cell phone to make sure there weren’t any last-second texts from her.

Tapping the device, he didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until he saw the empty inbox.

July 3, 2014

Yep, I'm neglecting my blog AGAIN.

I haven't been blogging like I usually do the last couple of months. I should say, I've been super busy, and I sort of have, but also, I think the writing of a regular blog is a discipline that I have not yet mastered.

Sure, I can make all the plans in the world about what "blog series" I'm going to write, and all these outlines of doing said series, but if it doesn't make it to the blog, it DOESN'T MAKE IT TO THE BLOG.

Yet, I still find myself struggling on what to put on my blog, as well. One of the best series I ever did was the 12 days until the release of Mission of Christmas, where I talked about holiday memories from my family.

So I guess my post today is this... What kind of posts do you like to see? What, as readers do you want to read about?