Strong Women

July 17, 2014

In my stories I often include strong female characters – really strong, you could almost say bold.  There was Anna, Tony’s mother, in Book Fair.  I got rave reviews of her – everyone loved her and wrote me countless messages about how much they loved her. I was caught off guard by all the positive feedback about her because she was just an example of the women I grew up around.

I was raised by bold women, so it just seems natural to me to write about them.  Both of my grandmothers were ferociously tough survivors.  They had to be.  They both lost their husbands while still young and with young children still at home.  In a day when women didn’t work outside of the home, they were both left penniless and in desperate need of a way to support themselves and to provide for their children.

One of my grandmothers was an amazing cook so she decided to use that skill to support her family.  She rented and then eventually bought a truck stop dinner and ran it for years.  Open 24 hours a day in the 1940s and 1950s, she got all kinds of customers, some devoted customers who became lifelong friends, but also some unsavory characters as well.

My grandmother was not a giant woman in height.  She was ample in size and bold in spirit, but a lot of the men that came in towered over her in height. But that didn’t stop her.  I once saw her take a butcher knife and step between two feuding men.  Her message was simple — take it outside.  It was so wonderful to watch these two giant, 6-foot plus men, cower at the words of a 5-foot tall woman.  Granted, she was holding a knife and I have seen her behead a chicken so I know she knew how to use it, but it was still amazing to watch.

The same grandmother at the same diner, before I was born, did something that seriously pissed off a whole bunch of people.  Our little town had a train station.  Trains would stop there to refuel and to change crews.  One of the conductors would come to the diner to get a cup of coffee.  This was in the 1940s, and since the conductor was black, the previous owner of the diner had made him come to the back door to get his coffee.  Not my grandmother.  Remember – this is the late 1940′s/early 1950′s. She took him to the main room and seated him at the counter and poured him a proper cup of coffee — in a mug and everything.  And then she stood there on her side of the counter and talked with him.

Well, let me tell you, my grandmother got mega crap for doing something like that.  Other customers tried to tell her that she couldn’t do such a thing.  She just couldn’t! But she told them that she didn’t understand why not.  He wanted a cup of coffee, so why shouldn’t he sit at the counter like everyone else and have his coffee? She didn’t back down.  And for six months business slacked off because people were boycotting her diner.  After all, she seated a black man!  Can you believe it?

But my grandmother didn’t back down.  Eventually her customers came back or they were replaced with new ones.  The conductor started coming to the diner on a regular basis and he and my grandmother became life long friends, a friendship that lasted in to the 1970′s.  And once a year he would come to visit my grandmother and they would sit on the front porch and talk for hours.  It came to be known to us as the day Mr. Carter came to visit.  Every year like clock work.

So I was surrounded by big, bold women who didn’t let circumstances get them down. Who are some of the bold women that were part of your life? In my view, even though they’re gone, as long as we remember them and tell their stories, they still live on.  Who were some of yours?

In my next post I’ll tell you about the bold woman in my current story.  Stay tuned to read about Marie.

You Can’t Go Home Again

July 17, 2014

I can’t believe I forgot to share the book cover for this release coming tomorrow.  Duh.  Once again the incredible artists in the Dreamspinner art department have worked their magic and have produced a beautiful work of art to go along with my story.



July 17, 2014

In my first post I said “hello” in five different languages. Who can identify the languages I used? I went through something like 40 different languages and decided to go with these five because they are all potentially recognizable. Give it a shot, even if you don’t know all of them, tell me which ones you recognize. Go ahead.  You can do it.

You Can’t Go Home Again

July 17, 2014

I’m here today to tell you all about my newest book, You Can’t Go Home Again, that is scheduled for release tomorrow, July 18th. The story starts simply enough.  A seasoned cop and a brand new rookie are on an undercover assignment that goes seriously wrong – big time wrong. Threats are thrown around and shortly after bullets are flying. When it is all done, the seasoned cop, Jack, finds his rookie partner, Kevin, on the floor, dying.

Jack has spent years trying to be the tough guy, the guy who could take anything.  He had to be because a whole lot of crap had been thrown his way over the years, and his choices were to let everyone else win, or be tough and survive.  Jack is a survivor.

But as Jack sees his partner lying on the floor bleeding out, he drops to the floor and holds the rookie trying desperately to keep him alive until help can arrive, trying to provide him with some small degree of comfort. But Kevin is too badly injured and dies in Jack’s arms a moment later. Jack sits holding his rookie partner, soaked in his blood, feeling guilty, sad, angry, bitter, furious, and a whole host of other emotions. He should have done more to train the kid, he should have done this, he could have done that.  Jack beats himself up for having failed on what was supposed to be a simple undercover op.  No one was supposed to die, least of all the rookie assigned to him for training.  But he did, and now Jack has to deal with the fall out. He could run and hide, but that’s just not Jack.  Once he’s able, Jack washes the blood off his body, changes clothes, and goes to tell Kevin’s wife, Marie, about what happened. More about Marie in my next post when I talk about why I write about strong women in so many of my books.

You Can’t Go Home Again

July 17, 2014

Hello, world!






Michael Murphy here to keep you informed and entertained for the next few hours.  I know this violates one of the cardinal rules of presenting yourself in public, but I have to start by telling you that I’m brand new at this.  In fact, this is my first time on the Dreamspinner blog.  So please be patient with me as I do my best to come up with posts today. Thank you for stopping by and I hope to see you throughout the day (provided I can figure out how to find your comments!).

One more snippet and let’s pick a number!

July 16, 2014

Here’s one more snippet from Feline Persuasion that I wanted to share.  Thank everyone for taking the time to visit.  I’ll still be around to chat for most of the evening, so let’s keep the party going!


I’ve written down a number between 1 and 100.  Later tonight I’ll see which two people came closest to those numbers and post the winner’s on the blog here.  I’ll need your email address that you use in the Dreamspinner store to give to Hayley, the PR person at Dreamspinner so she can add a copy to your shelf.


Cade caught him glancing over at Micah, his eyes lingering longer than necessary before he focused ahead once more. Longing flashed over Stone’s face. Oh, yeah. There’s something between the two men. They might deny everything, but he knew better. His penchant for stirring the pot piqued.
“Decided waiting makes it better?”
“Huh?” Micah glanced back at him through the mirror.
Stone turned his head.
“You two. Like musk oxen in heat. Pussyfooting around, waiting for the other one to make the first move.”
“What the hell?” Micah growled. “You’re delusional.”
The corner of Stone’s mouth hitched up. “Musk ox, huh?” He stared at Micah. “Yep. I can see it. Bulky. Stout. Hairy. Smelly. All he needs is horns. I’m sure to other oxen he’d seem inviting. They’d just gallop over and mount up.”
Micah’s eyes narrowed. “Listen here, asshole. First of all, you’re the one in heat, can’t keep your eyes in your own head when I’m around. Second. No one mounts me. No one.” He ended the statement with a show of fangs.
Cade reclined back with a grin on his face. Watching the two bicker like kids made for great entertainment, at least for the long drive home. He couldn’t resist prodding Micah a bit further.
“Control freaks make great bottoms.”

One more peek…

July 16, 2014


“Tag. You’re it.” A hard hand landed on his haunches, leaving a sharp sting behind.
Micah roared, spun around, and glared at Stone, who stood with a smirk on his face, which immediately pinged Micah’s last nerve. Quickly, he switched forms and started tugging on the clothes he’d kept handy just in case Stone appeared close by. His own nakedness didn’t bother him in the least, and he might have remained naked and let Stone drool, but the chilly air changed his mind. Besides, he needed to be on equal levels with the snooty tomcat. His alpha-ness demanded nothing less.
As much as he would have loved to take on Stone as a lion, he had to refrain. For now. Once the humans after Cade had been caught, he’d reassess the situation.
“No wonder you need me. Can’t even detect a human within ten feet.” Stone crossed his arms over his chest. The same height as Micah, he carried similar bulk and generous muscles. Yet, true to his genetic heritage and like most shifters, he moved with a natural fluid grace reminiscent of their wild cousins. Everything about Stone spoke of toughness, capability, and an abundance of self-confidence. A chiseled chin and full lips were his only attributes leaning toward softness, while his deep black eyes told of intelligence, cunning, and, right then, amusement laced with challenge. Short blond hair topped his head, giving him a somewhat rakish appearance.
“That’s because you’re not human and managed to cover your scent, you bastard. I may not be a fucking bloodhound, but I’m not completely incompetent.” Micah snapped his teeth at the other shifter.
“That’s debatable.” Stone eyed Micah for a moment, spun on his heel, and walked in the opposite direction.
“Where in the hell are you going?” Micah hurried to catch up.
“To the cabin to meet your hidden tiger, of course.” Stone didn’t pause in the least, simply kept moving, long strides eating up the distance. He ducked and weaved around tree limbs, brush, and an occasional rocky outcropping, but nothing slowed him down. For all intents and purposes, he appeared completely comfortable in the woods.
Another fact which annoyed Micah. He followed along, reined in his temper, and attempted to be civil. “How do you know where the cabin is?”
“Simple. Google Earth. Besides, I could follow your scent anywhere.”
“Meaning I’m unforgettable?”
“More like you stink.”
So much for manners and politeness. They approached the front door of the cabin. Micah knocked loudly. “It’s just me.” He pushed the door open, found Cade standing in the middle of the living room, and ambled in. “Look what I found. A hungry stray. Think we should keep him or boot him out the door? Personally, I vote for the latter.”
As you can see, it’s pretty much clash from the get-go with Stone and Micah. On the other hand, with Micah and Cade it was more love, or perhaps lust, at first sight.
Anyone ever experience love or hate at first sight? How did it turn out?

More tidbits from Cheyenne

July 16, 2014

I’ve spoken to several authors and everyone seems to write differently.  Some listen to music as they write, others prefer silence. Some make notes, outlines, and follow a charted course. Others sit down and wing it from the start to the end, letting the story unfold as they go. Most work on laptops while a few still stick to desktops.


I’m a planner/plotter but too lazy to do outlines.  I simply type in some facts I know and then incorporate them into the story. Perhaps I’m a middle-of-the-road writer in that while I plan, I don’t have everything figured out. Most stories, I’ll have some scenes in my mind, then others will follow as I go along. In nearly all my books, I will jump ahead, then have to backtrack and fill in the holes. I even have more than one book in various stages of completion at one time. It works for me so I go with it.


If you were going to sit and work the computer, what kind of music would you listen to if any?

Ready for another Teaser from Feline Persuasion?

July 16, 2014
Micah licked his suddenly dry lips as his libido kicked into overdrive. For weeks, he’d dreamed about being alone with Cade again, diving into bed, experiencing the sultry bliss they both shared before, the best sex he’d ever had. No one had even appealed to him since.
Was he in lust? Obsessed? Could it be something more? After all, some persistent yet elusive emotion drove him to the back woods to ferret out Cade’s story and take steps to protect the stubborn feline.
Did the reasons really matter, anyway? All Micah knew was this: Cade excited him like no other man. Fulfilled his needs and left him longing for more. So much more.
“Like what you see?”
Micah glanced up from the bulge in Cade’s pants to his face. “Yeah, I do.”
A teasing smile settled on Cade’s lips. His eyes flashed in passion and mischief. “You know, I make it a rule to never spend more than one night with the same man.”
Micah blinked, stung by the words Cade had uttered once before as they parted ways.
Cade nodded. “Makes for far fewer complications that way. No attachments, just a night of pumping and dumping, then I go my way.” He shrugged. “Too many men, not enough time.”
“Got commitment issues?” Micah studied Cade’s face, noting the flash of emotions. When Cade flinched, he knew he had hit a nerve.
Cade sucked in a breath and pasted a smile on his face. “I’m a playboy. Born and bred. I’ll never settle down. Why should I? There’s thousands of men still waiting for me.”
“Cocky much?”
Cade’s eyebrow lifted. “I’m damn cocky. Haven’t you noticed?”
Micah grinned wickedly. “You might be a smidgen more endowed than the average bear.”
Cade snorted. “I don’t give a flip about bears. I’m damn fine. Besides, cats rule and dogs drool.”
Micah chuckled. “Then what do bears do?”
“Eat too much honey, get fat, then find themselves stuck in a hole?”
“Sounds about right.”

Another question from Cheyenne

July 16, 2014

I love writing about shape shifters. The possibilities are endless with their genetics, the sexual drive firecracker hot with lust driven animal instincts. The amount of magic and abilities each carries, not to mention the trouble they can’t help but stumble into make shifters my favorite characters.


Feline Persuasion has three main characters, all shifters. Two lions and a tiger make up the assortment of kitty flavors.


So let me ask you guys this:  Are shapeshifters your favorite? Humans? Vampires? Other beings? And, if shifters take the top prize in your book, which variety makes you sit up and take notice? Werewolves? Felines? Others?