Alice Roelke

A Warm Welcome to Alice
Alice Roelke has been writing since the age of eight. She's had short stories stories accepted by "Young Salvationist," "GateWay S-F," "Ray Gun Revival," "Tower of Light Fantasy," "Wayfarer's Journal," "Haruah: Breath of Heaven," "Residential Aliens," "Stories That Lift," "Ethereal Tales," "Space Westerns," and "Whortleberry Press."
She has volunteered as a slush reader at Ray Gun Revival, an online magazine of space opera and golden age-inspired science fiction. (www.raygunrevival.com) She likes oldies music, red t-shirts, and every kind of animal in the world except hyenas.

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Her latest release with MuseItUp Publishing is a sweet romance, 
Peaches in Winter

Here's the blurb:
Betty wanted nothing more than to be a secretary, to forget the past and a fiancé who jilted her. But sexual harassment from her boss left her jobless, struggling to survive in the big city. A new job with grumpy author Jake Watterson is the second chance she needs.
Unfortunately, she starts out on the wrong foot: talking too much and bringing the police round by her ignorance of city life. But all the same, he accepts her, and she can’t help liking him. He’s smart, handsome, and such a kind man underneath that gruff exterior. He talks to her like she’s a real person, not just a pretty face.
Warmth and attraction grow between the two main characters in this ‘sweet’ or ‘traditional’ romance set in the 1950s. Betty and Jake both have wounds on their hearts, but somehow, being near each other thaws the winter in their lives and heals their pain.
Betty is convinced that Jake could never look at her as anything but a secretary—and not even a very good one. Jake’s certain he’s too damaged and could never be good enough for the sweet and beautiful farm girl who’s entered his world, talking about life on the peach farm and baking him the most delicious things. But he’s falling hard for her.
Jake’s friend and publisher gets into the mix when he sees how beautiful Betty is and decides to start flirting with her, to Betty’s shy consternation and Jake’s jealous irritation.
Then Betty’s fiancé who jilted her shows up on her doorstep, hat in hand…
Before treating us to an excerpt, Alice Reveals:

What do you think are the main ingredients for a successful book? - Characters we care about so much we can’t stop reading. J  I think every author wants that!

What do you most enjoy about writing fantasy? - I can make up everything.

What do you like best and least about writing? - I like that I’m in charge of what happens—except for when I don’t!  No one can really tell me what decision to make, but it’s all my fault if I get it wrong!

Have you ever suffered from writer’s block? What would be your tips to overcome it? - Yes, many times.  For me, it’s usually related to something else.  I’m struggling with depression or I’ve lost confidence in myself and my writing.  It’s not that I physically can’t write, just that I feel useless and worthless.  Working through depression or lost confidence is the best way to get back my writing mojo, even if it feels like I’m taking the long way round.

Anything special you require to keep the creative juices flowing? - Confidence!  And that’s not my greatest strength.  I have to shepherd it carefully and make time to write when I have it.

What can we look forward to from you in the near future? - A YA / coming-of-age / fantasy / romance novel, Watch Over Me, about a girl who falls in love with a shape-shifter.  It’s long, complicated, and emotional, and will be out soon from MuseItUp Publishing.  :)

How do you like to spend your free time? – Reading and writing usually.

What was your favourite book as a child/teen/adult? Are you currently reading anything? - Runaway Robot, by Lester del Rey was my favorite book as a kid.  I’m currently re-reading a Rex Stout mystery.

What is your culinary speciality? – I’m pretty good at making pies.  :)

Now A Taste of Alice

Excerpt:
Betty Ann faced the secretary pool’s main desk. She wore her best flower-print dress—her only store-bought one. “Please, Miss Johnson, I’ll work really hard. I won’t lose my next job, I promise! It really wasn’t my fault I lost the first one. You’ve got to believe me.”
She had brushed her hair till it curled neatly around her shoulders, but her face felt pinched and small, ready to dissolve into tears any minute now. She dearly hoped she wouldn’t. She knew her boss thought her far too young already.
In the background, the sound of typewriters clacking echoed from the back room. Nearby, a radio played, and the swinging sounds of big band music floated out. A telephone rang, and someone answered it. It was another busy day for the Jefferson Secretarial Agency, another busy day in 1957—for everyone but Betty Ann.
Miss Johnson, an elderly woman with her glasses attached to a beaded string, sat behind a big oak desk and answered Betty patiently. “I’m sorry, Miss Keene, but whether it was your fault or not, most of our secretarial jobs require the ability to type—and type well. I don’t know how you graduated secretarial school without that skill, but apparently you did.”
Miss Johnson adjusted her glasses and peered over them. “I don’t think I have to remind you,” she drawled, “that you don’t need to come in every day and ask for work. You were informed the agency would contact you as soon as we received a job offer for you.”
“I-I know,” faltered Betty Ann. Her voice shook. “But—” I’m not going to cry, but I’ve got to find a job! I can’t go home yet; I just can’t.
“It’s hard to be patient, I know.” Miss Johnson’s voice continued, not without sympathy. “It’s never easy waiting for a job, but maybe you shouldn’t. Take my advice, Miss Keene—go home. It’s going to be a long wait if you stay here.
“You’ve got good qualities: you’re cheerful, pretty, and apparently you know everything there is to know about peach farming. It shouldn’t be hard for you to find a husband. Why don’t you go back to the country and marry a nice farm boy, because here in the city, we don’t need— Excuse me.”
The phone rang. She broke off talking to Betty and answered it. She listened for a moment. A look of awe slowly overtook her tired features.
“Yes. Yes, Mr. Armstrong. Cheerful, you say?” Her eyes flicked up to Betty with growing wonder. “I think I have just the girl.” She wrote an address down and nodded. “I’ll send her right over. Thank you for using Jefferson Secretarial Agency.”
She hung up and looked at Betty Ann with a dazed, amazed expression.
“Well, Betty, it looks like you have a job after all. Mr. Anderson is a publisher who wants to cheer up one of his authors. Apparently the man hates winter. Mr. Anderson wants to find him a cheerful secretary.”
“Thank you!” Betty Ann clasped her hands together, a huge smile overtaking her face.
Miss Johnson gave her the address, questioned her to be sure she would know how to find it, instructed her not to be late, and with a perplexed frown growing on her face, watched Betty leave.
Betty left her coat in the agency cloakroom. It was ugly and worn and certainly wouldn’t make the best impression at her new job. She hurried to the address Miss Johnson had given her, checking the street signs, and following Miss Johnson’s instructions carefully.
On the walk, she sniffed the air, smelled the heavenly aroma of fresh baked bread. Maybe she could risk spending nearly the last of her money. She hadn’t eaten yet today, and she’d need some energy for her new job.
Her new job! Yes! She clasped her hands together and grinned up at the clear blue sky.
She stopped at a bread store, bought a day-old roll, and crunched it on the way.
Everything was going to be all right, she realized, walking with a little skip in her step, smiling up at the watercolor-blue sky.
The wind was brisk, and she shivered. But it was only a short walk to the address, and she moved quickly.
She spotted trees in the city park, their tall, empty branches making dark lines against the sky. Remembering something from her life on the farm, she headed over to them, beginning to hum happily.
* * * *
Jake Watterson shuffled out of his bathroom, bleary-eyed and scowling, one hand wrapped around a mug of orange juice, the other scratching his chin stubble. He picked up the heavy receiver on what must have been its twentieth ring and snarled, “Yes?”
“Jake, that you? Sounds like I woke you,” said his editor with unwholesome cheerfulness in his voice.
And you sound really apologetic about it. “Well you didn’t. What do you want? I’m eating.”
“Hire a cook again? Good for you. Listen, I just called to ask how your new book was com—”
With a wordless growl, Jake slammed the receiver down.
Within moments, the phone rang again. Jake ignored it for another twenty rings, by which time he had finished his orange juice and was starting to feel more human. He picked up.
“What do you want, Matt?” he asked.
“I want you to start working,” said editor Matthew Armstrong. “And I have an idea that might help.”
“What?”
“Listen, don’t get mad. I’m having a secretary sent over to help you.”
“Matt—” Jake ground his teeth.
“Hey, don’t interrupt. Let me fin—”
“You know I don’t like giving dictation.”
“—ish. I know you say you don’t like doing dictation—don’t interrupt—but I also know that for the past three years you haven’t done a lick of work in the winter months. Why, you haven’t typed a single word since October!”

Read more about Alice at the following links :

Blogs: http://roelke.livejournal.com/, http://thewritinglifeforme.blogspot.com/

Facebook: http://on.fb.me/avHvJ0

Amazon Author page http://www.amazon.com/A.M.-Roelke/e/B00A2AV9BW/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1356548585&sr=1-2-ent
Reviewers - Alice will send a free copy to anyone who's willing to write a review on Amazon

Pleasure to meet you!