Hi everyone! This book is HOT off the press and I got Linda here with the story's blurp and excerpt! Take it away, Linda!
Tagline: He’s been turned down twice and is taking no chances. Losing her job forces her West to become a mail-order bride.
Blurb: Jared Manning was left wanting on two prior marriage attempts, and this time he wants to be assured of a bride. So he commits to a correspondence courtship with only one potential mail-order bride and anticipates the arrival of Dina Valdis, a retiring schoolteacher, in time for the town’s Harvest Dance. He knows just how he wants his picture-perfect married life to be and assumes he’s found the exact woman to fulfill the role.
Dina is passionate about being a schoolteacher who sparks the love of learning in young minds. An incident in her hometown of Kingston, New York forces her from her job, and her reputation is smeared. Not wanting to become a hermit, Dina is reminded how her cousins, Aurelia and Rilleta, found happiness with their husbands in Jubilee Springs, Colorado. Thinking this is her only option, Dina heads west as a mail-order bride. Seeing the size of the tiny town almost sets Dina running, but an attraction for this handsome miner keeps her there. When she learns the town’s children have no teacher, she starts a campaign to educate the townspeople. Soon, she’ll have to decide if the attraction she feels for Jared is stronger than her passion for teaching.
“We hardly had a moment to ourselves.” Jared sat at the opposite end. “What did you do this afternoon?”
“I spent a lovely hour or so visiting with Aurelia in her cabin.” She refrained from mentioning how the shock of setting foot inside tiny cabin number four took a while to wear off as her cousin pointed out each of the features and detriments.
“Good, so you have an idea of the house’s layout. Ours…” Frowning, he cleared his throat. “The one designated for us, if we marry, is number seven. That’s two cabins down from the MacNeills and in the other row. The front porch will overlook the river.”
And the railroad tracks. She fought to hold her smile. “I have to admit to being awestruck at the sight of the Rocky Mountains. Geography books don’t do them justice.”
“I agree. I haven’t seen the likes of the beauty of Colorado.” Jared leaned back and rested an arm over the back of the settee. “Declan told me today that a picnic is planned for tomorrow. Did your cousin mention the gathering?”
Dina nodded. “She did. I’m looking forward to seeing Rilleta there and meeting her husband at the picnic.”
He winced and looked away.
That’s odd. “Why did you react like that?”
“Well, I…” He shoved to a stand and jammed his hands on his hips. “I believe we should be honest with one another. I must admit I wrote to your cousin Rilleta this summer.”
“As part of the bridal arrangements?” Dina’s thoughts flew to her younger, prettier cousin. Her curly blonde hair and lustrous blue eyes that had captivated everyone since she’d been born. Fighting back her jealousy, Dina clasped her hands in her lap. Why wouldn’t Rilleta have mentioned this connection, however transitory, in her letter?
“Yes, but I cut off the association almost upon her arrival.” A frown pressed down his eyebrows.
“Because of the robbery?” A most ungentlemanly act. She stiffened at hearing him voice his mistreatment of poor Rilleta. And after she’d suffered.
He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “A decision which might have been short-sighted, but I hear she and Wit are well-matched. Unlike my first attempt with a woman whose other match, a drunk, ended up dead after the Fourth of July—”
“Twice before you’ve been matched? This is unacceptable.” She couldn’t help the rising pitch in her tone. “I had no idea I was your third choice.” She shot to her feet. “I have to think about this development. Good night.” With shock holding her body ramrod straight, Dina walked from the parlor and to the stairs, leaving behind a gaped-mouth Jared.
As a young girl, Linda was often found lying on her bed reading about fascinating characters having exciting adventures in places far away and in other time periods. In later years, she read and then started writing romances and achieved her first publication--a confession story. Married with 4 adult children and 2 granddaughters, Linda now writes heartwarming contemporary and historical stories with a touch of humor from her home in the southern California mountains.
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Happy Tuesday, everyone. Today I have Andrea Cooper on my blog with her Claimed series. Claimed - Book 1 and Fallen Book 2 are half off this month only (ebook format) if ordered directly from Champagne books: Champagne Books. So let's find out more about this series.
Renee Maxwell lands her dream job as assistant to archaeologist Damon Cubins in wondrous Turkey. However, she starts seeing strange things after finding a unique crystal. For one, hot Damon now looks like the sexy demi-god and underwear model of her dreams. Her feminist ideals are challenged with each bit of banter and seductive look he gives her, but she's not falling for his charm.
Time is of the essence for incubus, Damon Cubins, who must find a one-of-a-kind crystal or turn into a full-fledged demon. He has neither the time nor desire for love, but his new assistant tests his resolve. When he discovers she’s got the crystal he needs to save himself, he must make a decision to either romance it from her or walk away. But can he?
After he set her on the rocks, she scrambled away from the river’s edge in her wet bra and panties. “Don’t forget your promise,” he teased, but he couldn’t help it. Any longer starting at the blush on her cheeks and chest and he’d forget his vow and claim her. Even her erect nipples strained against her wet lace bra made him dig his nails into his palms.
She huffed and snatched up her towel. Thankfully, it reached just below her butt, leaving her long legs exposed for his admiration.
Then she batted her eyelashes at him. “I would never give you the satisfaction.”
“Of which?” He beamed. “Drowning or bathing?”
“Both.” She inserted the corner of towel between her breasts, locking the rest of it around her, and then grabbed her canteen. “Uh, thank you for saving me.” She shivered, and he doubted it was merely from the dunk in the water. “Please don’t tell the others; it’s embarrassing.”
After his nod, she breathed out a sigh. She looked as if she anticipated that he would haul her back into the water for a lesson.
Her movements reminded him of abused animals. He speculated most people, who couldn’t swim but grew up around water, would try to learn unless they experienced drowning or trauma in the past. Could that have happened to her? There was more to this situation than her usual stubbornness. Vulnerability even.
As she leaned over to finish filling her canteen, her ample bosom peeked out. His lust twisted at the thought of the sounds she would make when he kissed her nipples until they pebbled.
Suddenly, she jerked up, spilling some of the water. “Did you get a good enough view?”
He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Without waiting for his reply, she stormed away. Damon flopped backward, letting his body float. His mind drifted to images of making love to Renee in the river. After he helped her over her phobia, somehow. Hmm, he could kiss her down there while she treaded water.
Nah, she’d never go for it. This is a business trip. No time for sleeping with the staff, no matter how sexy they are when arguing with him.
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She has seduced men everywhere…but never fallen in love. Until now.
Succubus Adeline lost her powers. The crystal that all her kind crave has attached itself to her and rendered her powerless. Unless she finds a way to remove it, she’ll transform into a human--a fate worse than death.
Soon the tables are turned on the succubus, and the succubus finds herself the one at the mercy of desire.
Jack is running from vamps and weres. They want his hidden doppelgänger talents to locate a stone that enables weres to transform at will, but he just wants to be left alone. Now he has a bounty hunter after him.
In a race against time, vampires, and weres, Adeline and Jack travel from Boston to Greece to New Orleans to stay ahead of the hunters.
When Jack confronts a dangerous voodoo queen alone, Adeline learns that love is sacrifice. But will they both survive the lesson?
She scrolled through her cell as the taxi turned at a light, and Greek swear words were exchanged between their driver and an electric scooter rider. Jack’s eyes closed, and his head rested on the back of the seat, his cheeks pale.
What would she do if the order came from the master vampire who was after him? Jack tied himself to Beth in order to save Adeline. How can I repay him? The crystal latched onto her wrist caught the light. Right, if I don’t get this thing removed soon, all of my kin nearing 5,000 years will put a bounty on me. Visiting the Oracle, on behalf of a witchdoctor, would give her the chance to get information about removing the quartz without dying.
Her gaze glided over the Oracle voodoo doll. No, she’d probably be lucky if the Oracle didn’t strangle them when she met them.
Adeline dug out a mint and shivered when she pushed aside the cuffs in her purse. Snippets of hot memory of Jack on her made her debate sending the cab driver away for a few hours and straddling Jack. She offered him a mint and took one for herself. His hand brushed hers as the taxi took a sharp turn, its tires squealing.
Focus. It’s only his borrowed powers that make you feel this way. My powers. She checked her texts. Most were from men around the world asking when she’d come see them. Delete, delete, delete. Two messages from Renee, one from Damon, and one from her employer. She cringed.
Status update pronto. Never taken you this long to tag and bag a guy.
Yeah, well she’d never been without her abilities before. Working on it. She texted a reply.
Both of Renee’s notes were short, and the last one cryptic. You okay? Any update? And Call us when you can. We have something to discuss with you.
Damon’s text was blunt: Gotten the rock off yet? Or are you being chased?
Meaning by incubi and succubus who craved the crystal to amplify their gift and avoid becoming demons, or ones who already twisted and sought more wars and violence in the world of mankind. Of course, she’d tried everything to get it off. Even offered it to Damon and her succubus cousin, Samara, but the bracelet wouldn’t let go.
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No man can resist a siren’s song…
Cassie must convince a CEO to give her interior decorating company a chance at his offices in order to stay in the black. But even using her half-siren voice, he refuses. What can she do to change his mind?
Daniel Davis has a secret he’s paid hundreds of thousands to keep that way. Now when exotic Cassie marches into his office, he can’t stop thinking about her and makes her an offer. Be his date for a high-profile party and he’ll consider her company for his office redecorating project.
After an accident, Cassie gives Daniel her blood to heal him. Trouble is, if she can’t keep him alive, he’ll become a soulless ghoul.
Worse, someone is out to kill him. Can Cassie keep him alive…both in fighting her nature and from whoever is after him?
Cassie rummaged through Daniel’s kitchen. Where did he hide the alcohol? The refrigerator was full of Styrofoam and plastic containers, a carton of milk, and… Who puts peanut butter in the fridge? She took it out and placed it on the counter. At least she could have a snack while she searched for a beer. Finding the silverware, she dug out a large spoon and dipped it in the peanut butter. They nutty flavor coated her tongue and she sighed with pleasure. Okay, so cold it tasted it good, but smearing it on bread would be nasty work.
Her mouth pasty and dry, she spotted a cabinet at the far end of the cabinets. A wet bar! She seized a bottle of whiskey and downed most of it as she walked into the living room to check on Daniel.
He lay on his back, his legs dangling over the arm of the couch. Dark circles lined his closed eyes, but his breathing was steady and deep. At least the guy didn’t snore. Was he cold? She picked up a jacket that was draped across a leather chair and, a bottle of alcohol hanging in her hand, she trailed the jacket up and over his legs.
When he grasped her arm, she murmured, “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”
He blinked at her with dilated pupils, his lips full and inches from hers. “Am I dreaming?”
The huskiness of his voice sent a shiver through her.
“Then I can do this.” He stretched his other hand, grasping her behind her head and drawing her lips down to his.
He tasted soft and warm and delicious. Like chocolate and oranges. Moaning against his lips, she let the whiskey slip from her fingers and it rattled onto the wooden floor beside her. Daniel’s hands lifted her further onto the couch, until she was partially straddling him and somewhat kneeling. Hot desire shot through her and she nearly ripped off his clothes.
Her hands weaved into his dark hair. Inside, her siren side called, demanding to satisfy her sexual needs, then devour him. No, she must control this. Couldn’t she for once have love? Have a future with a man that made butterflies dance in her stomach whenever she was around him?
His hands snaked underneath her top and caused her breath to hitch. This was wrong. Oh, but it felt so good as his fingertips brushed across her sensitive nipples, sending delicious tingles throughout her body. She pushed up on her hands, but he teased her with his tongue. His hands kept massaging and causing her to yearn for his touch. For his flesh, for his warm blood to coat her tongue and fill her.
“No!” She tore away from him, falling on her butt. Before he could reach out and touch her again, she scrambled backward until she hit the crystal coffee table. Her teeth weren’t retracting and, if he got too close, her control would break and she’d kill him.
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So, let's find out a little about Andrea!
Romancing Adventure: Andrea has always created characters and stories. But it wasn't until she was in her late twenties that she started writing novels.
What happened that ignited the writing flame in her fingers? Divorced, and disillusioned by love songs and stories. They exaggerate. She thought. Love and Romance are not like that in the real world. Then she met her husband and realized, yes love and romance are exactly like the songs and stories say. She is now a happy wife, and a mom to three kids (two boys and a girl).
Andrea writes paranormal and historical romance. When not writing or reading, one may find Andrea dancing in Zumba.
She believes in the power of change and counting each moment as a blessing. But most importantly, she believes in love.
Author Website: www.AndreaRCooper.com
Thanks so much, Andrea, for stopping by and showing us your books. They look like hot reads and intriguing. I'm going to add these to my TBR list. For everyone else, thank you so much for stopping by and visiting.
Hello everyone, please welcome Faye Hall for a revisit to my blog with her new release, Lust & Chastity. Faye and I are both authors linked through our publisher, Beachwalk Press, Inc. Without further ado, let's find out about this new contemporary romance release!
“My sister has told me often that lust isn’t a becoming feature of any woman. We should only indulge ourselves in chastity and nothing else.”
Having refastened his trousers, he righted his shirt before reaching out to her, his fingers softly grazing her arm.
“What will you tell your sister about us?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Probably that chastity is nowhere near as satisfying as lust.”
“I’m serious,” he said from behind her, his breath hot against her neck. “Will you tell her the truth about our relationship?”
She stopped what she was doing and took a step away from him, a sudden slight uneasiness filling her. “It’s not really the note one pens to their sister, now is it?”
“So what do we do?” he asked. “We can’t continue sneaking around as we did back in England.”
She was silent for a while, wondering on his words. He was right. This place wasn’t England, nor could they expect to carry on as such. Slowly, she turned back to face him. “We return to the hall.”
Darien followed Caitlyn back to the ballroom, puzzled by the strange emotions settling in the air between them. Each walking discretely out from behind the velvet curtain, they stepped in the direction of the crowd of revellers scattered around the hall, some dancing, some indulging in the supplied refreshments, others still trying to escape the heat of the room.
Upon arriving at the edge of the crowd, she went to turn away from him but he reached out to her, stopping her. He could take no more of this.
“You’d just walk away from me?” he asked, confused by what was happening. “After what just transpired between us, what we did, you’d leave me as if—”
“As if we’re little more than casual acquaintances,” she cut him off. “You’re engaged to my sister, Darien, not to me.”
“That was not of my choosing. You are of my choosing though,” he told her yet again. Taking a deep breath, he tried to control his growing frustration with this woman. “You didn’t seem to care much about either of our engagements a few moments ago when you were writhing in passion in my arms.”
“But the world didn’t see that,” she replied, diverting her gaze away from him. “That is a transgression only we two shall bear witness to.”
Reaching out to her, his fingers stroked the soft skin of her upper arm gently. “What if I don’t care if we’re seen together or what will be said about it? What if I told you I hoped some rumour of our affair would find its way back to your father and he might allow me to break my engagement to Martha and insist I marry you instead?”
She pulled away from him, stepping back to create a small space between them. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m not one of the girls you rent out in that whorehouse you run. I can’t be bought and sold or bargained with to suit your will,” she said in a tart tone, turning on her heel to leave.
“That wasn’t what I meant,” he said as he reached out to her. “Caitlyn, wait.”
But she wouldn’t listen to him. She instead walked away and back into the crowd of dancers and other guests.
Here's a little bit of information about Faye.
Faye Hall's passion driven, mystery filled books are set in small townships of North Queensland, Australia during the late 1800's.
Each of her novels bring something symbolically Australian to her readers, from Aboriginal herbal remedies, to certain gemstones naturally only found in this part of the world.
Each of her books tell of a passionate connection between the hero and heroine, surrounded and threatened by deceit, scandal, theft and sometimes even murder.
These romances swerve from the traditional romances as Faye aims to give her readers so much more intrigue, whilst also revealing the hidden histories of rural townships of North Queensland.
Faye finds her inspiration from the histories of not only the township she grew up in, but the many surrounding it. She also bases most of her characters on people she has met in her life.
Faye was able to live her own passion driven romance, marrying the love of her life after a whirlwind romance in 2013. Together they are raising their 9 children in a remote country town in northern Queensland, Australia.
Thank you Faye, for visiting. Your book certainly sounds intriguing and I can't wait to get it on my TBR list. Thank you, to everyone who has taken the time to visit.
Legacy of Evil by Sharon Bell-BuchBinder #MFRWauthor #Contemporary, #Paranormal, #Suspense, #Fantasy
Hello all, I have Sharon Bell-BuchBinder back on my blog with her new release, Legacy of Evil. This has all the makings of my kind of book. Contemporary, paranormal, suspense, and fantasy with a Native American and hot biker dude. So let's check out this story! Be sure to check out the YouTube video!
Blurb: When a wild mustang is shot in Montana, renowned horse whisperer and telepath, Emma Horserider, is called in to calm the herd and find out what happened. Once on scene she is almost killed by a bullet-spewing drone, and calls her black ops brother for back-up.
Emma's help roars into her life covered in tattoos and riding a Harley. Remote viewer Bronco Winchester takes the assignment because he is ordered to, but he wonders what type of assistance, his boss's sister needs. That is until he sees Emma, a valiant Warrior Woman proud of her Crow heritage.
Posing as a married couple, Emma and Bronco go undercover to infiltrate and stop a hate group. Both are anxious enough without the now growing attachment they feel for one another. When the lives of many are on the line, they are not sure if they will live or die—let alone have a chance at love.
Tagline: One battle, one outcome. Who will win? Good or evil?
Bronco now stood squinting in the late afternoon sun, knocking at a door with no bell, and waiting for a response. Dogs barked and a window curtain twitched. Good. Someone was home. He adjusted his pack, leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and said, “Any time now.” As the words slid out of his mouth, he heard the unmistakable sound of a shotgun being pumped.
He raised his hands. “Don’t shoot. I’m unarmed.”
Turning slowly to face his fate, his jaw fell open, and his heart rate kicked up a notch from being on thewrong end of a shotgun or from the weapon holder’s looks, he wasn’t sure. A raven haired Amazon in a tank top, jeans, and metal tipped cowboy boots held the Mossberg 500 in a perfect military stance. Long strands of hair blew across her face in the hot breeze. A large purple bruise bloomed on her left cheek. She squinted her dark brown eyes and gave him a laser-beam once over from his dusty black boots to his sweat soaked do-rag.
“Who are you, and what do you want?”
If he hadn’t been so intent on not getting killed, he would have spent more time staring at those full, luscious, kissable lips and thinking about how she would taste. As it was, he guessed he had less than a minute to respond before getting blasted into the next county.
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Sharon Buchbinder has been writing fiction since middle school and has the rejection slips to prove it. An RN, she provided health care delivery, became a researcher, association executive, and obtained a PhD in Public Health. When not teaching or writing, she can be found fishing, walking her dogs, or breaking bread and laughing with family and friends in Baltimore, MD and Punta Gorda, FL.
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Today I have a different kind of visitor to my blog. Please welcome Diana Rubino and her book, Around The World in 80 Meals. I've never been on a cruise or eaten cuisine meals before, so this was pretty interesting to me. So, tell us, Diana, about how this book came to be!
I went on my first cruise at age 40, which many people used to consider young for cruising. Not so much any more. Cruises come in many varieties, to fit budgets, tastes, and age groups. After that first cruise of the Eastern Mediterranean, “Cradles of Civilization” on the Norwegian Cruise Line’s Dream, my husband and I were hooked.
If you ask fifty people what they consider the best thing about a cruise, you’ll get at least fifty answers…unpacking only once in the cabin of your floating hotel, waking up in a new exotic port each day, the leisure, the pampering, the shows, the shore excursions…and of course the cuisine.
Cruise lines employ top-notch chefs who create exotic gourmet meals, from fresh ingredients, catering to every palate and need: vegan, diabetic, low sodium, gluten free…and the sky’s the limit if you want to indulge to your heart’s desire and gain that average two-pounds-a-day on your cruise. But why should anyone only be able to indulge in these delectable delights if cruising the seas? Those of us who love to cook and enjoy gourmet cuisine should be able to create meals from cruises of the past in our own kitchens.
I searched for seven menus of a diversity of cruise lines, from the luxurious Cunard Line, famed for its opulent ocean liners, to a small but highly exclusive line of yachts that offer the most personalized cruise experience. I found recipes for each item on the seven menus, from appetizers to entrées to desserts, cocktails and pre-dinner aperitifs. I devoted a chapter to each day of the ‘fantasy cruise’ introducing each ship and explaining where it is located, with information about each cruise line and its chefs. The main focus is on the dinner menu followed by recipes for recreating every delectable morsel. The result is AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 MEALS, THE BEST OF CRUISE SHIP CUISINE.
Wanting to appeal to the casual cruise passenger as well as gourmet cooks, I included a chapter about the history of cruising, and wrapped it up with extras, helpful hints, and cruise contact info. I’ve tried many of the recipes and am happy to say they turned out very well. AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 MEALS is available from Amazon:
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Today I have Christian author Pamela Thibodeaux back on my blog with her 2nd edition – newly edited, revised, and updated book, The Inheritance. Without further ado, let's have Pamela tell us about her book and don't forget to enter the rafflecopter at the end of the excerpt!
After her husband’s death she discovers a future she never expected and a family she never imagined.
Blurb: Widowed at age thirty-nine and suffering from empty nest syndrome, Rebecca Sinclair is overshadowed by grief and loneliness. Her husband has been deceased for a year, her oldest child has moved to New York in pursuit of an acting career and her youngest child is attending college in France. Having spent over half of her life as a wife and mother, she has no idea what God has in store for her now. Will an unexpected inheritance in the wine country of New York bring meaning and purpose to her life and give her the courage to love again?
US Postal worker Raymond Jacobey has been in love with the little widow since he first set eyes on her. A wanderer searching for the ever-illusive soul mate, Ray has never stayed in one place too long. Raised by self-centered, high-power executives, he’s longed for the idyllic life of residing in a cozy house in a small town with the love of his life. Will he gain the heart of the lovely widow or will he lose her to the wine country of New York?
“I love you Raymond Jacobey.”
Ray rolled his eyes and grinned. “Now she tells me. All the cozy dinners, romantic movies and late night calls, and she tells me while sitting in a tree in the back yard.” He chuckled. ‚I love you too, Becca.
Now”—his voice lowered a notch—“let’s see if I can get this right.‛ He began to sing. ‚Ray and Becca, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n....” each phrase, each syllable, was punctuated by a teasing caress of his mouth against hers. By the time he finished the rhyme, Ray had her cradled against his chest with one arm. He slid the other around her and pulled her closer.
Ending the kiss by slow degrees, Ray eased her back against the tree trunk, grasped it with both hands to keep them from tumbling off and buried his face in her neck. “Now, Becca, any more nursery rhymes I need to learn or obstacles I have to overcome before you agree to marry me?”
Question: What inspired this novel? How did it come about?
Answer: The Inheritance is one novel that began with a simple thought: They say life begins at forty, but for Rebecca Sinclair that’s far from the truth. Of course, as a nosy writer I had to find out why Rebecca felt that way.
Question: What was the hardest part of writing your book?
Answer: The hardest part of writing The Inheritance was making sure Rebecca’s feelings and emotions around her husband’s illegitimate child were authentic and stayed within her character – not what I would do or think.
Question: How did you come up with the concept and the setting?
Answer: Characters came first then setting for The Inheritance. My step-children live in Washington and I’ve visited Hammondsport, NY so the places depicted in the novel are drawn from my memories and impressions of both.
Question: What is the message you hope to get across in this story?
Answer: That, when it comes to love and forgiveness, we are called to be true imitators of Christ. I hope Rebecca’s handling of her deceased husband’s illegitimate child will encourage readers to open their hearts and minds and broaden their perspective on areas of pain, anger and unforgiveness in their own lives.
Question: What is the one question you wish an interviewer would ask you?
Answer: Q: To what or whom do you credit your success?
A: Many people have a love/hate relationship with their muse. My muse is the Holy Spirit and I accredit every ounce of success to the grace of God because without HIM I seriously doubt I could write a single word, much less stories that bring hope and healing to so many.
Question: What is your work schedule like when you are writing?
Answer: Unlike many writers, I'm not strictly disciplined. However, when I am actively writing, I write—very little editing, or working on other projects, limited time online, not much networking or blogging, sleep comes only in snatches, meals are scarce and light, and definitely no playing!
Question: When do you feel like it all began to come together for you as a writer—was there a particular moment?
Answer: After years as a closet writer, penning stories in 5-subject notebooks, I'd have to say when I purchased my first, USED word processor and started typing in all those handwritten manuscripts I really began to feel like a writer.
Question: Who has influenced you most as a writer and why?
Answer: There is really no one person to whom I can attribute this to, so many have helped me along the way. I’d have to say that my love of reading has influenced me the most. Reading opens doors to the imagination, takes you places you’d never be able to go otherwise and improves your visualization and vocabulary skills. Now, I’m able to implement all those things into my own writing.
Question: What are some of the challenges you face as an author?
Answer: The biggest challenge I face is not having my work accepted by the “Christian” publishers. As one reviewer said, “though undeniably Christian, it is never dogmatic or insular; offering faith rather than religion.” (Review of Tempered Dreams by Elizabeth Burton for Blue Iris Journal) My books deal with issues in a way that is unacceptable in the traditional CBA market. Now that is not saying that my books are better than those published through traditional CBA publishers, only different. As I’ve said many times, everything that gives God glory deserves to be praised!
Question: What are a few writing tips you could share with aspiring writers?
Answer: The bible exhorts us to “study and show yourself approved.” Keep studying, keep writing, keep learning, stay open to constructive critique and NEVER GIVE UP! Writing is both gift and talent given to you by God. Don’t hide your gift or bury your talent. Whatever you write, write well. Strive for excellence. Stay teachable, pliable, and flexible. Never believe that you know it all because knowledge is power and the more you know the more valuable you become. Above all share what you learn with others and make someone’s load lighter to bear.
Question: Any marketing tips?
Answer: Marketing is an intricate part of the publishing business and publishers today expect authors to do their fair share. However, marketing/promotion can be overwhelming as the more you learn, the more there is to learn. For every thing you accomplish, there are hundreds more you can do. My motto is: Do something every day and your best then let God do the rest and remember it takes time to build a career.
Question: What is your goal or mission as a writer?
Answer: A committed Christian, I firmly believe in God and His promises. God is very real to me. I believe that people today need and want to hear more of His truths wherever they can glean them and I do my best to encourage readers to develop a personal relationship with Him. The deepest desire of my heart is to glorify God and to get His message of faith, trust, and forgiveness to a hurting world. My hope is that all of my stories will touch the lives of everyone who reads them and - in some way - bring them a truer knowledge of God and urge them into a closer walk with Him.
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Author bio: Award-winning author, Pamela S. Thibodeaux is the Co-Founder and a lifetime member of Bayou Writers Group in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Multi-published in romantic fiction as well as creative non-fiction, her writing has been tagged as, “Inspirational with an Edge!” ™ and reviewed as “steamier and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message.”
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Please join me in welcoming Devon McKay to my blog with her new release, Lead Me into Temptation. Don't you just love the book cover? So, without further ado, let's find out about this book!
Violet Webster is a bride on the run. The last thing she wants is to get married, especially to a stranger twice her age. However, agreeing to be a mail-order bride had been her only option and it paid the steep passage to San Francisco so she could locate her father. She’d find him too, if only her betrothed’s son would stay out of her way.
Garrett Sutherlin is on a mission. Delivering the striking, ebony haired beauty to his father’s doorstep not only paid off his debt, the effort would grant him freedom from the man’s condescending hold. As far as he’s concerned, Miss Webster made her own bed.
Unfortunately, his father will be the one to lie beside her.
“Sutherlin?” A surprised gasp escaped her as hope stirred, fluttering like the wings of a butterfly in her stomach. “But you’re not … no, you can’t be.” Confused, she searched his face. “Are you my intended?”
Violet locked onto his gaze. She saw something she couldn’t quite read in the darkened depths. Sorrow? Regret? Whatever it was, the emotion quickly faded and was replaced by a clear veil of distrust.
“No, little dove, I’m not,” he stated firmly. “Or should I call you cunning fox? Not that it matters.” He shrugged. “You are marrying my father.”
Her blood froze. Spoken out loud, the direness of her situation magnified. She was spoken for. Promised to his kin. A man twice her age, and, other than two corresponding letters, a faceless stranger.
For a moment, she’d actually longed for the possibility of the man standing before her being her future husband. Even embraced it. And cunning fox? The words stung, but only because they spoke the truth.
A painful, but honest depiction. At the moment, she felt anything but trustful. Yet, how could he know of her intentions? Didn’t matter. The search for her father trumped snide insinuations and witty tag-names, regardless of how true they might be.
“Shall we continue to our quarters?” he asked, shattering her thoughts and breaking the silence.
“Do I have a choice?” she questioned sharply, more upset at herself than his request. Unable to hold her tongue, she blurted, “And in regards to your blatant questioning of my character, perhaps you are right. However, considering the fact I feel as if I’ve been caught in a trap, the word cunning is hardly accurate.”
The quick retort brought forth a low rumble of laughter and a boyish grin, softening the hard, jagged scar under his eye. In response, her pulse spiked and a cool sheen of perspiration dampened her skin.
Not easily swayed by a man’s charms, certainly not a mere smile, she questioned the reaction. With her mind reeling, she continued planning a course of escape.
Now, she had one more reason she couldn’t possibly marry into this family.
Amazon Bestseller Devon McKay writes historical and contemporary romance with a western flair. If she's not writing, she's busy with chores on her small ranch, working on a stained glass project or walking one of her three dogs through the woods. Her greatest joy is putting a smile on a readers face and hearing from fans.
Please check out Devon’s website at: Authordevonmckay.com or contact her by email at: firstname.lastname@example.org. You can also follow her on face book and twitter at: https://www.facebook.com/DevonMcKay2014
Or Prudence’s adventure, the third book in The Gold-Dust Bride Series, Last Stop For Sin. Coming soon!
Headstrong and passionate, Prudence Webster gave little regard to her future. She lived only for the moment. The price cost her dearly.
Losing her sister in a brutal Native American attack, Prudence finds herself the ward of two orphans. Forced to provide shelter and food for the children, she takes the first job she can … entertaining at a saloon.
After his partner is murdered in cold blood over a hand of cards, Harrison Sweet faces two choices. Now the self-appointed sheriff, he can make it his lifetime goal to clean up Hangtown or he can use his power to avenge his friend. And then a fiery red head comes along disrupting all his plans.
Hello everyone, can you believe that it's almost Christmas? Just in time for the holiday season, I have Laura Haley-McNeil on my blog today with her "Your Christmas Wish is here, Season of Seduction. So check out what she's got coming this season!
Ring in the holidays this year with this collection of steamy to sexy scintillating reads from today’s hottest bestselling authors. Whether you’re looking for a romance by the warm glow of the fireplace or a passionate romp on a bear skin rug, there is something for all readers, for every taste, desire, and whim.
Come and join us, won’t you? This is sure to be a Season... of Seduction
Laura Haley-McNeil is an award-winning author of romantic suspense and women’s fiction in novel length and in short stories. Her work has been featured in several women’s magazines. She has studied piano and ballet and has been a board member for two community orchestras. She and her husband reside in Colorado. When she isn’t writing, she jogs, bicycles and crochets.
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Audio Book Adventure by Deborah Camp
Several years ago, Audible, my literary agent, and I worked out a deal for Audible to buy audio rights to my back list. It was a swell deal and I jumped at it. While I wasn’t crazy about the covers they selected or some of the narrators, in general, I’ve been happy with the results.
After I’d done two books for my Mind’s Eye romantic suspense series, I had my agent approach Audible about them purchasing rights to it. They declined and suggested I do it myself. That is, commission the audio books all on my lonesome. In other words, you pay for it, not us paying you this time. I could understand this. When they purchased my back list, they were growing their library. Their library is humongous now.
So, I put out the word through Audible that I was looking for a narrator and I’d do a royalty split with them. One person answered my summons and I wasn’t thrilled with her “take” on Levi and Trudy. I passed. A year or so goes by and I’m still wishing I could get the first Mind’s Eye book done as an audio book. This time I put out a summons for a narrator, but I will pay up front -- per hour. A LOT per hour.
That did the trick! I received a dozen or more auditions. Now, I’m picky when it comes to Levi Wolfe and Trudy Tucker (the main characters). I make a big deal about Levi having a raspy voice in the books. Therefore, I had promised myself I wouldn’t go through with the audio book unless I could find someone who could do a sexy male voice and a good female voice. I listened to the auditions and marked most of them "Nope" and a few "Maybe." Then I heard marvelous Matt Haynes. (Pardon me while I swoon.) Oh, jeez. I was in author heaven! He nailed the voices. All of them. Plus, he’s a great “narrative” actor. What a talent! He has several videos on YouTube and one of them is a talk he gave at a library where he discusses his work as a narrator. It’s fascinating and I urge to watch it if you’re interested in how these are done.
Therefore, I grimaced only slightly when I paid him after his wonderful work was done. Through His Eyes is now a spectacular audio book, available on Amazon, Audible, iTunes, etc. I’m so proud of it and I loved every minute working with Matt on it. It was so much fun I can hardly wait to do it again. I’m saving my pennies, putting every extra dollar aside to “produce” the next one -- Through His Touch -- with Matt, of course.
Go give it a listen. You can “sample” it free!
Or, enter Connie’s giveaway going on now and win a copy of it!
Happy Reading and Listening,
Sexy Romantic Suspense from bestseller Deborah Camp! Psychics, paranormal elements, hot chemistry!
Someone is stalking women and murdering them in Key West.
Psychics Levi Wolfe and Trudy Tucker join forces to help identify the murderer and stop him. Levi can channel the deceased victims and Trudy can tap into the mind of the killer. As a psychic detective team, they're formidable. As lovers, they discover that they're insatiable.
As they grow closer, Trudy wonders if Levi will ever completely trust her and let her know his heart. Levi struggles with his new, tender feelings toward Trudy and worries that she might be in over her head with him and with the case they're working on.
Because if Trudy can see through the killer's eyes, can the killer see her?
Through His Eyes – Excerpt
Trudy blinked and blinked again. A shudder convulsed through her and then life blazed in her green eyes again. A whimper escaped from her.
“Thank God.” Levi pulled her into his arms and rocked her back and forth. “Jesus, that scares the shit out me, so I can only imagine what it does to you.”
“What?" Her voice was muffled against his chest.
Reluctantly, he held her a little away from him and met her questioning gaze. “What did you see? What does she look like? Do you know her name?”
Trudy drew in shaking breath and closed her eyes. “She’s about my age, taller than me, white-blond hair and it’s piled up on her head in a high ponytail. She’s stacked. Big boobs – probably double D’s – small waist, small hips, tanned legs. She’s wearing cutoffs and a white t-shirt and she’s barefoot.”
“Is she with anyone? Is Zelda with her?”
She puckered her brow, deep in thought. “I think she’s with a group of people, but I’m not sure.”
“Let’s go find her.” He stood up, pulling her to her feet. “We’re only two blocks away.” Bending his knees, he ducked down to capture her gaze. Her cat eyes were swimming with unshed tears. “Are you okay?”
She nodded and wiped the moisture from her lashes. “I’m fine now. My head was foggy there for a minute, but I feel okay, I think.”
Slipping an arm around her shoulders, he set off with her toward the crowds at Key West’s most famous square where a woman had been marked for death by a madman.
Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00J39TSLQ/ref=series_rw_dp_sw
Buy Link: https://www.audible.com/search?searchAuthor=Deborah+Camp&ref_=a_search_c4_1_1_1_srAuth&qid=1504719543&sr=1-1
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Deborah-Camp/e/B001HOGDMW/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
You tube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_LYCOqggv8
This is a video for the latest one. But there's one on youtube for Through His Eyes, too.
Through Her Eyes by Deborah Camp
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