Thanks so much for hosting me today. I’m please to announce the release of my very first paranormal romance. This idea has been in my head for several years so to finally see it on the pages is a dream come true for me. I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with.
A love that transcends time…
As her 25th birthday approaches, Riley Sparrow begins to dream of a handsome, intriguing stranger. Each night the dreams get more intense and the stranger starts leaving her clues to his whereabouts. The dreams always end in a whisper…
Riley has denied her birthright her entire life. She descends from a strong line of witches and warlocks, but she's refused her powers up until now. With the help of her estranged grandfather she learns that her mystery man is from the past and his life is in danger. Will her grandfather help her travel back to 1963 to save the man she believes she's meant to be with? A man she knows nothing about but feels a strong connection to.
If she finds him, can she save him from the evil that haunts them both? By securing his past, she knows there can never be a future for them in her time.
Content Warning: contains sensual sex scenes
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Riley closed her eyes and let the heat of the water engulf her tired muscles. Resting her head against the bath pillow, she cleared her mind. The steam seeped out from the bubbles and swirled around the room. Soon the mirror and windows were fogged and a scented mist surrounded the bathroom, creating a relaxing atmosphere. A week’s worth of sleepless nights had taken their toll and Riley drifted off.
The squeak of the faucet and the silence that followed distracted her tranquil thoughts. She opened her eyes to find him sitting on the edge of the tub looking at her. For a moment, she felt self-conscious. She glanced down and discovered her body covered in thick, white bubbles. He couldn’t see anything but the tops of her shoulders, neck, and face.
“Sorry,” he said. “I was afraid the water would overflow.”
“Am I awake?”
He shook his head. She noted his green eyes sparkled even in the dim lighting of the bathroom.
“Well, then how—”
“It’s complicated.” His thin, pink lips formed a small smile. “I can’t explain now.”
“There isn’t enough time to make you understand while you’re in your current state. We need much more time. You can get that for us.”
“Are you real or am I crazy?”
“I’m very real, just stuck between realms. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.” He slid off the side of the tub and knelt down on the floor. “I’m afraid I can’t stay very long. I keep trying to figure out how to increase the length of my visits but nothing seems to work.”
“I don’t know you.”
“You will.” He reached for the clip in her hair. “May I?”
Once he’d freed her hair from its confines, he smoothed the damp locks out with his hand. “I like when you wear it down. It’s so pretty.” He continued to stroke her hair. “You’re just as beautiful as I remember.”
“How do you know me?” She shifted her position to face him. She breathed in his crisp scent. He smelled of spice, maybe a hint of cinnamon.
“I…” He trailed off when his gaze caught her exposed breasts. He looked lost in a distant memory.
When she’d turned to face him she’d upset the bubbles shielding her. Her nipples hardened as she watched him take in her flesh. She no longer felt embarrassed.
“I have to go.”
“You keep leaving me. I don’t like it.” Each time he left, he took a small piece of her with him.
“That’s why you need to find me.” He leaned forward. “I know you can. You’re very powerful.” He brushed his lips against her mouth. A rush of warmth coursed through her and settled between her legs. “Find me, Riley.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, lingering a second longer than usual. She took the opportunity to run her tongue along his soft lips. “Find me now.”
“How?” She wanted more than anything to find this man. “What do I need to do?”
“Tucker…” he whispered.
Riley slipped off the bath pillow and under the cold water. She quickly sat up and looked around. The bubbles had evaporated into the freezing water.
Did she turn the faucet off? Or did…
I must be crazy.
She thought for a moment. Her mystery man had left her a big clue tonight. Now she needed to figure out what Tucker Sparrow had to do with any of this. It looked as if she would be paying a visit to a man she hadn’t seen in a decade.
Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.
Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you'll get lost in her words.
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Today I want to share my experience of attending this retreat for the first time in April, 2013. It was a lot of fun, and I intend to go to it this year as well, and hopefully, this will encourage you to go too!
To begin with, I need to tell you a little bit about me.
1) I’m an introvert
2) I have a hearing disability
3) I have a speech impediment
Other things about me, I’m not comfortable in large groups because of my hearing disability, and I tend to plop myself down at one place and stay there like a bump on the log. It takes a while for me to get involve with a group and interact with folks.
I became a member of Romance Writers of America in February, 2013, and at my husband’s insistent, I also became a member of the local Mid-Michigan Romance Writers of America. My past experience of joining associations has not been very successful for me, and I have found that the local associations can be less than beneficial. People tend to stick together like glue, and rarely open up to new visitors or members. However, that was not the case with the Mid-Michigan RWA.
I joined Mid-Michigan RWA because I needed knowledge. I needed to understand how the writing works, how the publishing work, I also wanted to know if anything that I write is even good enough to be submitted to a publisher, or should I self-publish? All these questions and no definitive answers.
I was pleasantly surprised at the first Mid-Michigan RWA meeting that I attended. It seemed that people went out of the way to come up and introduce themselves to me and talk with me about everything. At the end of the meeting, the person in charge of the retreat introduced herself and shared with me the flyer for the 2013 Escape from harsh reality retreat, encouraging me to sign up. (Uh… I don’t know about that!)
After going back and forth with my husband, who practically insisted that I attend the retreat, I finally signed up to go. Now mind you, I’m not sure I’m going to like this and the thought of sleeping in a strange bed and being stuck there from Friday night to Sunday afternoon made me cringe on the inside. But I did go, and I can honestly say, to my surprise, I had a great time.
First, I have to tell you, I got lost when I arrived in Augusta. I got all turned around, and my husband had to back track for me and guide me to the right road. Did I mention I get lost easily? Not a good way to start a retreat. . . .
Of course, we had the usual with a guest speaker to help fire us up and give us advice on how to improve our writing. Apart from that, it was all the other activities that made it fun and eventful.
Friday night was what I call a “getting to know you” evening. Our guest for the weekend was Christie Ridgway, and although there were times when I could not hear her, I did manage to get her notes that she spoke off of and her notes really helped me by filling in the gaps. Next time, I think I’ll sit a little closer to the front of the room!
Some of the folks brought in snacks such as diet cookies, diet candies, diet pop, diet wine, diet beer. . . .(uh huh. I’ll never tell.) There was plenty of food, and the meals were really good. Saturday was devoted mostly to our guest speaker. We also had Kalamazoo Books there selling books, and yea, they got into my pocketbook too. The evening we spent recognizing those who accomplished something through the year – a sort of a ‘rewards’ ceremony. It was great to see authors get rewarded for things they accomplished. That inspired me a lot to improve my writing and maybe someday I would get that recognition from my peers.
Saturday night, we were passing the bottle around, (Sparkling water! Honestly!) and everyone was asked what goal they have set for themselves for the next year, and when it got to me, I said I’d like to get one book published, and low and behold, in August, I signed a contract with BeachWalk Press Inc. to publish my first book!
I was thankful, that throughout the entire weekend, two very special ladies allowed me to tag along with them most of the time. We always seemed to be the first ones at the conference center in the mornings and so we ate breakfast together. I enjoyed talking with them about the good and bad of self-publishing.
Sunday morning, Christie spoke one last time after a leisurely breakfast, and then we had the raffles. I have to admit, I went a little crazy on buying the raffle tickets. There were about 25 to 30 baskets that had various things in them, but mostly books. Books were what I was after. I wanted to read what others wrote. I needed some help with my writing, and having other author’s books and reading them, I thought, would help me tremendously. There were also baskets where you bid on; I even put a basket in with stuff from Body Works! However, I had my eye on one basket in particular by a favorite author of mine. Another bidder and I had a bidding war going on, and I finally won! Yay! Interesting enough, my name got pulled out for four raffle baskets. Out of the five baskets, I got 3 bottles of wine! Some might say, “oh she just wanted the wine!” Uh huh. I could tell no one was going to believe me that I wanted the baskets for the books. Right. If the person who sat next to me got 5 baskets with 3 bottles of wine, I’d be suspect too, so no sense in denying it, right?
When I went home and brought all the stuff in, with the wine, my husband took one look at it all, giving me the critical eye and asked, “Did you learn anything at all there or did you guys just drink all weekend?” I just smiled and walked away, because, after all, what happens there. . . . stays there!
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