As I was thinking about a post today, I happened to find this article on a set of triplets being born. The article, found here, couldn't have come at a more perfect time. My main character, Love, is the youngest of triplets!!!
Of course I know babies are born all the time, just like names are used more than once, and people travel. But I always think it is so cool when something like the name of a character, or a place I'm thinking of researching "comes to life" seemingly out of the blue. Like I thought it, and it happened. I know that sounds so weird, but I look at it as a sort of literary justification. A sign from God that I'm on the right path in life. That I'm supposed to be writing what it is that I'm writing.
Has this happened to you? If it has, let me know.
Monday, September 30, 2013
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
New Book Tuesday
It's Tuesday again, and you know what means!!! It's FREE day. Go ahead and click the links, you know you want them.
Also, Jeanette Sheppards new book Burdened by Desire is newly available. I'll be posting an interview with Jeanette in December, so be sure and get her book so you can be ahead of the curve.
A Christmas Miracle to Last a Lifetime. Nothing Short of a Miracle @CarolAnnHenry http://amzn.com/B00E51LB1M #holiday
He's tripped up and falling hard. Tripped Up by @NicoleAustin1 & AllieStandifer http://amzn.com/B00E66PQSK #erotic #wilder
Monsters seek destruction. Her Warrior's vow-protect sacred ground Passion's Sacred Dance @julidrevezzo http://amzn.com/B00E4WOBWI
An imaginary fiancé,an ill-fitting engagement ring,dangerous sleigh rides&gingerbread houses #holiday http://amzn.com/B00E4WJCO0
Can a Texas millionaire CEO and an impoverished baker find love in a relationship built on blackmail. http://amzn.com/B00E4WOFI8
There are a lot of ways to fall-some dangerous, some delightful... Taking the Tumble by Eve Dew Crook http://amzn.com/B00E51LDS8
He dreamed, and more and more it was all he wanted to do. Dream of her with him. BurdenedbyDesire#paranormalromance http://tinyurl.com/qj38fhw
Burdened by Desire
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
www.JLSheppard.com
Buy Link:
Blurb:
Jocelyn, an Elemental, is stuck between the mortal and immortal worlds, yet not quite a part of either. Her power over the elements of the Earth won’t evolve until she meets her mate. Before then she’s an easy prey and a coveted possession for the Malums Inmortalis who wish to conquer the world.
Alpha werewolf, Landon, has been living with the knowledge his fated female, the one woman created for him, is just beyond his reach. For months he’s forsaken her, refusing to accept his mate because she can never grant him a much-needed heir for his nearly extinct pack.
Despite his decision Landon finds himself drawn to Jocelyn and when an attempt is made on her life, he realizes his destiny lies with her. Can they overcome the long-held prejudices of his kind and defeat their enemies in time to find what the future holds?
Excerpt:
His heart-wrenching confession took Jocelyn by surprise. As his eyes continued to bore into hers, her heart skipped several beats. Was he being truthful? She wanted to believe he was. Maybe it was the way he stared at her, consuming her like nothing else mattered, like she was the center of his universe. She wanted to believe he was sorry and that she excited him. It would comfort her knowing he was as drawn to her as she was to him. But were the words he spoke true?
He pulled her a touch closer, his body rubbing close to her own, she felt every muscle on his chest and his heat, the warmth from his body soothing her. Her eyes settled on his lips and she imagined what would happened if he kissed her again? What would she do? She was supposed to be angry with him but the reason was beyond her grasp.
“Baby?”
The endearment caught her off guard, and her eyes drifted to his again. She fought to catch her breath as his gaze enveloped her. If she waited any longer, his scent would once again devour her. Was he waiting for, a response? What was she supposed to say? Did he ask a question? She couldn’t remember. All she wanted now was a kiss. Just one mind blowing, gut wrenching, searing kiss.
His heart-wrenching confession took Jocelyn by surprise. As his eyes continued to bore into hers, her heart skipped several beats. Was he being truthful? She wanted to believe he was. Maybe it was the way he stared at her, consuming her like nothing else mattered, like she was the center of his universe. She wanted to believe he was sorry and that she excited him. It would comfort her knowing he was as drawn to her as she was to him. But were the words he spoke true?
He pulled her a touch closer, his body rubbing close to her own, she felt every muscle on his chest and his heat, the warmth from his body soothing her. Her eyes settled on his lips and she imagined what would happened if he kissed her again? What would she do? She was supposed to be angry with him but the reason was beyond her grasp.
“Baby?”
The endearment caught her off guard, and her eyes drifted to his again. She fought to catch her breath as his gaze enveloped her. If she waited any longer, his scent would once again devour her. Was he waiting for, a response? What was she supposed to say? Did he ask a question? She couldn’t remember. All she wanted now was a kiss. Just one mind blowing, gut wrenching, searing kiss.
J.L. Sheppard
Burdened By Desire, Available Now
Monday, September 23, 2013
Fall Is In The Air
Fall is officially here! A fresh TV season is gearing up, college football is taking over, dove season is in, and the food plots are being seeded.
I LOVE this time of the year. When the weather is beginning to cool down from sweltering Southern hot zone into the just right zone. It begs me to come out and play, tempts me to break out my soup recipes, and practically yells for me to build a campfire and inhale some S'mores.
Halloween is fast approaching with Thanksgiving and Christmas hot on its heels. Are you ready?
I LOVE this time of the year. When the weather is beginning to cool down from sweltering Southern hot zone into the just right zone. It begs me to come out and play, tempts me to break out my soup recipes, and practically yells for me to build a campfire and inhale some S'mores.
Halloween is fast approaching with Thanksgiving and Christmas hot on its heels. Are you ready?
Friday, September 20, 2013
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Book Trailer- Robena Grant's Desert Exposure
This is so cool. Author Robena Grant has come up with a book trailer highlighting her new book, Desert Exposure, available on Amazon.. She did such a good job it makes me want to figure out how to make one for Love's Battle!
Leave me a comment and tell me what you think.
Leave me a comment and tell me what you think.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
New Book Tuesday
Another Tuesday, another round of free books. Get them while they're hot!!!!
There's a feisty new arrival in town…the battle for her hand begins.A Man for Annalee http://amzn.com/B00E4WJ5VA
He's immersed in shadows-can she help him fight his way to the light? Beyond the Shadows http://amzn.com/B00E51L2PC
Werewolves mate for life…I'm in deep trouble. Make Me Howl http://amzn.com/B00E4WIM0A
He's good at playing a part. She's good at catching a fake. The Last Straw by Nia Simone http://amzn.com/B00E4WFGMC
Are her desires for success a perfect match for her Idol Urges? Idol Urges http://amzn.com/B00DVS9NYC
He's all a lady should never want…she's everything a mercenary can never have. Silverhawk http://amzn.com/B00E4WJ1YQ
Monday, September 16, 2013
Author Interview with A.Y. Stratton
Happy Monday Readers,
I am so proud to bring you my first blog interview with fellow author,
A.Y. Stratton.
She was gracious enough to answer a few questions and to share a blurb and excerpt of her newest work, BURIED SECRETS, coming soon from The Wild Rose Press.
You can visit A.Y. at her website www.aystratton.com.
ME: Hi, A.Y. Thanks for being with us.
A.Y.: Thank you. I am every excited to be a guest on your blog today.
ME: I'll start out easy. Tell me three words that describe yourself starting with A,B, and C.
A.Y.: Three words that describe me:
A is for avid. I am an avid Milwaukee Brewers fan and an avid swimmer.
B is for buddy. I am a buddy to a batch of old friends. Some are from childhood, some are from college days, and many are moms of my children’s friends. Thanks to the internet, I can keep track of my old friends.
C is for chatterbox, the name my mother always called me when I was a kid.
ME: I can totally relate to C !!! What are your three favorite things?
A.Y.: My favorite things are: my family members (all of them), books, music from my teenage years, and SHOES.
M.E.: Music is a big influence on my writing. I have certain songs that inspire individual chapters, even whole books. What helps to inspire you?
A.Y.: I get many of my plot ideas when I’m on a long walk with my ipod crooning music in one ear. Yesterday I got so involved in a plot idea, I missed the turn for my street. Most of my ideas begin with an image of the opening scene. For example, I got an inkling of the plot for Buried Secrets after I imagined two people sneaking into someone’s house to retrieve something vital. I had no idea whose house it was, or what the something would be. But I could see the first chapter unfolding in my head.
My heroines are often sassy and compulsive. In Buried Secrets, Kate is the way I’d like to be: bold, clever, beautiful (but not knock-down-gorgeous). In contrast, I am chicken-hearted, gabby, and “cute.”
In my first book, Buried Heart, (available at TWRP and Amazon in paperback and on Kindle) my heroine is proud and sure of her life and her business, until she meets an archaeologist with a mysterious mission and a smile she can’t resist.
A church rummage sale suggested the plot for my next story, tentatively titled Buried Temptations (barely 100 pages long, so far). I was astonished at the scads of items people were getting rid of. On my way home I imagined a young woman helping her grandmother clean out her Florida home and taking items to a rummage sale. I thought what fun it would be to have a government agent get a tip that several rare Mayan artifacts were among those items. Of course some bad guys die, while the government agent and the granddaughter discover more than they expected, including passion.
ME: That sounds like it will make a great read. I can't wait until you finish.What is the ultimate goal in your career that you wish to achieve?
A.Y.: I would love to be on the NYTimes Best Seller list. But don’t tell anyone, okay?
ME: Your secret's safe with me ;). As the holidays near, are there certain traditions your household celebrates?
A.Y.: This year it’s my turn to host the family for Thanksgiving. (My kids are all married, so we alternate with the in-laws.) One of my daughters lives far away, so her family visits us for the holiday. She and I cook the turkey, make the gravy and the stuffing, filling the house with the best smells in the world. The other families bring veggies, desert, onions, pie. In the meantime, the children run around, and the dads ignore them.
ME: That sounds like such a fun time. And before we end, I just have to save, your cover for Buried Secrets is beautiful. What can you tell us as far as release dates?
A.Y.: My EXCLUSIVE Kindle release date is Sept 25, 2013!
Then Buried Secrets will be available for FREE between Nov 12 and Nov 16, 2013
And then on January 17, the book will be out in both formats to all disitributors worldwide. SO exciting!
Blurb for Buried Secrets by A. Y. Stratton
It’s just luck Kate Harvey and Nathan Crosby sneak into the same house on the same frigid evening in Suburban Milwaukee…
Bad Luck that lands them in the midst of a vendetta.
Each is on a mission: Kate to rescue documents for her grandmother, and Nathan to collect evidence of a dirty lawyers’ illegal activity.
Courthouse lawyers expect stunts form Attorney Crosby, but Kate’s friends would never imagine the professional fund-raiser would think of exceeding the speed limit, much less entering a stranger’s home. Or of having a hot affair after her fiancé dumped her for being an ice queen.
The documents Kate finds suggest a candidate for U.S. Senate is guilty of reckless homicide and bribery… Soon everyone Kate loves is in danger.
Excerpt for Buried Secrets by A.Y. Stratton
She gritted her teeth into a smile. “I just stopped by to pick up some papers for my poor old grandmother who’s in a nursing home.” A sliver of truth was always easier to defend and to remember—at least that’s what her father always said with a smirk.
The guy dropped his grip on her arm and wrinkled his nose. “Are you answering my question or telling me your tragic life story?”
“Answering your question, of course.”
“Your grandmother is in a nursing home? Which has what to do with breaking into this house?” His mouth twitched at the corners.
The man may not believe her, but at least his hand was away from the gun pocket. “I said it’s complicated. After my grandmother moved to a nursing home, my mother sold the furniture. My grandmother suddenly needed some papers, and she—”
“Wait.” He looked at his watch. “Papers? Or somebody’s jewels?”
“Papers, important papers.”
He squinted. “Right. Don’t we all burgle houses for papers?”
He wasn’t going to shoot her. He was going to let her stay. She was sure of it. “I don’t care whether you believe me or not.” She pulled her sleeve away from her watch. “Would you please take a hike so I can get to work here?”
He shook his head. “New plan. You waltz out of here, back where you came from, and I promise I won’t send Schmidt the photo I took of you spying outside in the yard.”
“That’s blackmail which, if you were thinking straight, could incriminate you, too.” If he’d really taken a picture of her, the game was over.
He didn’t jump on that statement. Just stood frowning at her. She sucked in more courage. “Give me five minutes to finish my job, and I’ll pretend I never saw you here. We’ll both be happy as… Wait, was that a car I heard?”
The man’s head whipped around, and he strode off to look out the window. Kate grabbed the chance to duck down the hall to the next bedroom. By the time he caught up with her, she was staring into the dark.
“Here…” He handed her the flashlight. “Make it quick.”
Stunned and relieved she’d somehow won the argument, she whirled in a circle, checking the room, and felt her chest cave again. The only furnishings in sight were twin beds covered in purple and gold spreads, a small dresser, and a puffy easy chair.
A pool table filled the room over the garage. No sideboard there either. Tears caught her breath. If that sideboard was somewhere in the house, she would have found it by now.
Could it be in a closet? She headed back into the first bedroom again, past the king-sized bed piled high with frilly peach-colored pillows and into a closet large enough to sleep a family of four.
No sideboard in sight.
“Where are you? In here?”
“Yeah,” she whispered.
He stood in the doorway. “Whoa! What a closet!”
Skirting him, she stepped back into the bedroom and flashed her light around. Where the heck would the Schmidts have put it?
“Jeez, how many times a day do you have to change clothes to use all these dresses?” The man was quiet for a few moments. “So, mystery woman, tell me a new version. What are you really looking for?”
“A large thing of drawers called a sideboard. It used to be my grandmother’s.”
“I’m thinking these papers must be pretty important if you have to steal them, like something you could use against someone.”
“Against someone? You mean blackmail?” He could be right. What was her grandmother up to?
“Did you see that?” The man looked out the front window and gripped her arm.
“What?”
“Wait here. I’ll check.”
Kate followed him back to the top of the stairs, her pulse thudding in her ears again.
“Thought I saw headlights, but never mind. Okay, dutiful granddaughter, now what?”
“I need to look in the attic.”
The man stuffed his hands into his jeans’ pockets and nodded toward the stairs. “You got five minutes and then we’re gone, both of us.”
Kate tried several doors leading off the hall, hoping to find the attic stairs. One was locked and the other was a closet. “I give up.”
He motioned her to follow him. On the way to the stairs his flashlight beam bounced around the master bedroom.
Thanks to the intrusion of the jerk, she’d have to come back another night. And then she saw it…just inside the master bedroom and over to the right against the wall to the hall. Kate stifled a laugh. Someone had painted Granny Nell’s sideboard an ugly color her mother would call “spring-green.” She knelt on the deep carpet in front of the sideboard and aimed her light at the underside, hoping to find the latch Granny Nell had described.
She dropped the flashlight and used both hands to feel for an edge or a lever, something to pull or push.
“I’m done here, and you are too, Kate. Let’s go!” The man’s voice was hushed.
“You go.” Kate didn’t look back at him. “I’m not through yet.” She slid open the narrow right-hand drawer and felt around inside, pushing aside envelopes, paper clips, CDs, and loose earrings. She moaned.
The man was right. It was reckless to stay in the house any longer. She crawled to the other side; opened the left drawer; shoved aside gloves, scarves, and pink under-things; and stretched her hand to the back, fingering the top, sides, and bottom. And found nothing.
She closed the drawer and stepped back.
Wait! Had the man called her Kate? How did he know her name? Where had they met? No time for that. She didn’t want to believe her grandmother was senile, that the feisty woman had imagined the whole story.
No, the secret drawer had to be here. She slid the left drawer all the way out of the sideboard and set it down at her feet, careful not to spill any of the silky underwear. She reached in and danced her fingers over the surface of the cavity, hoping for a notch or a knob, anything that might release a panel.
A door slammed. A woman’s voice echoed from below! She had to hide. She shoved the drawer back in place, ducked into the closet, and buried herself in the deepest corner.
I am so proud to bring you my first blog interview with fellow author,
A.Y. Stratton.
She was gracious enough to answer a few questions and to share a blurb and excerpt of her newest work, BURIED SECRETS, coming soon from The Wild Rose Press.
You can visit A.Y. at her website www.aystratton.com.
ME: Hi, A.Y. Thanks for being with us.
A.Y.: Thank you. I am every excited to be a guest on your blog today.
ME: I'll start out easy. Tell me three words that describe yourself starting with A,B, and C.
A.Y.: Three words that describe me:
A is for avid. I am an avid Milwaukee Brewers fan and an avid swimmer.
B is for buddy. I am a buddy to a batch of old friends. Some are from childhood, some are from college days, and many are moms of my children’s friends. Thanks to the internet, I can keep track of my old friends.
C is for chatterbox, the name my mother always called me when I was a kid.
ME: I can totally relate to C !!! What are your three favorite things?
A.Y.: My favorite things are: my family members (all of them), books, music from my teenage years, and SHOES.
M.E.: Music is a big influence on my writing. I have certain songs that inspire individual chapters, even whole books. What helps to inspire you?
A.Y.: I get many of my plot ideas when I’m on a long walk with my ipod crooning music in one ear. Yesterday I got so involved in a plot idea, I missed the turn for my street. Most of my ideas begin with an image of the opening scene. For example, I got an inkling of the plot for Buried Secrets after I imagined two people sneaking into someone’s house to retrieve something vital. I had no idea whose house it was, or what the something would be. But I could see the first chapter unfolding in my head.
My heroines are often sassy and compulsive. In Buried Secrets, Kate is the way I’d like to be: bold, clever, beautiful (but not knock-down-gorgeous). In contrast, I am chicken-hearted, gabby, and “cute.”
In my first book, Buried Heart, (available at TWRP and Amazon in paperback and on Kindle) my heroine is proud and sure of her life and her business, until she meets an archaeologist with a mysterious mission and a smile she can’t resist.
A church rummage sale suggested the plot for my next story, tentatively titled Buried Temptations (barely 100 pages long, so far). I was astonished at the scads of items people were getting rid of. On my way home I imagined a young woman helping her grandmother clean out her Florida home and taking items to a rummage sale. I thought what fun it would be to have a government agent get a tip that several rare Mayan artifacts were among those items. Of course some bad guys die, while the government agent and the granddaughter discover more than they expected, including passion.
ME: That sounds like it will make a great read. I can't wait until you finish.What is the ultimate goal in your career that you wish to achieve?
A.Y.: I would love to be on the NYTimes Best Seller list. But don’t tell anyone, okay?
ME: Your secret's safe with me ;). As the holidays near, are there certain traditions your household celebrates?
A.Y.: This year it’s my turn to host the family for Thanksgiving. (My kids are all married, so we alternate with the in-laws.) One of my daughters lives far away, so her family visits us for the holiday. She and I cook the turkey, make the gravy and the stuffing, filling the house with the best smells in the world. The other families bring veggies, desert, onions, pie. In the meantime, the children run around, and the dads ignore them.
ME: That sounds like such a fun time. And before we end, I just have to save, your cover for Buried Secrets is beautiful. What can you tell us as far as release dates?
A.Y.: My EXCLUSIVE Kindle release date is Sept 25, 2013!
Then Buried Secrets will be available for FREE between Nov 12 and Nov 16, 2013
And then on January 17, the book will be out in both formats to all disitributors worldwide. SO exciting!
Blurb for Buried Secrets by A. Y. Stratton
It’s just luck Kate Harvey and Nathan Crosby sneak into the same house on the same frigid evening in Suburban Milwaukee…
Bad Luck that lands them in the midst of a vendetta.
Each is on a mission: Kate to rescue documents for her grandmother, and Nathan to collect evidence of a dirty lawyers’ illegal activity.
Courthouse lawyers expect stunts form Attorney Crosby, but Kate’s friends would never imagine the professional fund-raiser would think of exceeding the speed limit, much less entering a stranger’s home. Or of having a hot affair after her fiancé dumped her for being an ice queen.
The documents Kate finds suggest a candidate for U.S. Senate is guilty of reckless homicide and bribery… Soon everyone Kate loves is in danger.
Excerpt for Buried Secrets by A.Y. Stratton
She gritted her teeth into a smile. “I just stopped by to pick up some papers for my poor old grandmother who’s in a nursing home.” A sliver of truth was always easier to defend and to remember—at least that’s what her father always said with a smirk.
The guy dropped his grip on her arm and wrinkled his nose. “Are you answering my question or telling me your tragic life story?”
“Answering your question, of course.”
“Your grandmother is in a nursing home? Which has what to do with breaking into this house?” His mouth twitched at the corners.
The man may not believe her, but at least his hand was away from the gun pocket. “I said it’s complicated. After my grandmother moved to a nursing home, my mother sold the furniture. My grandmother suddenly needed some papers, and she—”
“Wait.” He looked at his watch. “Papers? Or somebody’s jewels?”
“Papers, important papers.”
He squinted. “Right. Don’t we all burgle houses for papers?”
He wasn’t going to shoot her. He was going to let her stay. She was sure of it. “I don’t care whether you believe me or not.” She pulled her sleeve away from her watch. “Would you please take a hike so I can get to work here?”
He shook his head. “New plan. You waltz out of here, back where you came from, and I promise I won’t send Schmidt the photo I took of you spying outside in the yard.”
“That’s blackmail which, if you were thinking straight, could incriminate you, too.” If he’d really taken a picture of her, the game was over.
He didn’t jump on that statement. Just stood frowning at her. She sucked in more courage. “Give me five minutes to finish my job, and I’ll pretend I never saw you here. We’ll both be happy as… Wait, was that a car I heard?”
The man’s head whipped around, and he strode off to look out the window. Kate grabbed the chance to duck down the hall to the next bedroom. By the time he caught up with her, she was staring into the dark.
“Here…” He handed her the flashlight. “Make it quick.”
Stunned and relieved she’d somehow won the argument, she whirled in a circle, checking the room, and felt her chest cave again. The only furnishings in sight were twin beds covered in purple and gold spreads, a small dresser, and a puffy easy chair.
A pool table filled the room over the garage. No sideboard there either. Tears caught her breath. If that sideboard was somewhere in the house, she would have found it by now.
Could it be in a closet? She headed back into the first bedroom again, past the king-sized bed piled high with frilly peach-colored pillows and into a closet large enough to sleep a family of four.
No sideboard in sight.
“Where are you? In here?”
“Yeah,” she whispered.
He stood in the doorway. “Whoa! What a closet!”
Skirting him, she stepped back into the bedroom and flashed her light around. Where the heck would the Schmidts have put it?
“Jeez, how many times a day do you have to change clothes to use all these dresses?” The man was quiet for a few moments. “So, mystery woman, tell me a new version. What are you really looking for?”
“A large thing of drawers called a sideboard. It used to be my grandmother’s.”
“I’m thinking these papers must be pretty important if you have to steal them, like something you could use against someone.”
“Against someone? You mean blackmail?” He could be right. What was her grandmother up to?
“Did you see that?” The man looked out the front window and gripped her arm.
“What?”
“Wait here. I’ll check.”
Kate followed him back to the top of the stairs, her pulse thudding in her ears again.
“Thought I saw headlights, but never mind. Okay, dutiful granddaughter, now what?”
“I need to look in the attic.”
The man stuffed his hands into his jeans’ pockets and nodded toward the stairs. “You got five minutes and then we’re gone, both of us.”
Kate tried several doors leading off the hall, hoping to find the attic stairs. One was locked and the other was a closet. “I give up.”
He motioned her to follow him. On the way to the stairs his flashlight beam bounced around the master bedroom.
Thanks to the intrusion of the jerk, she’d have to come back another night. And then she saw it…just inside the master bedroom and over to the right against the wall to the hall. Kate stifled a laugh. Someone had painted Granny Nell’s sideboard an ugly color her mother would call “spring-green.” She knelt on the deep carpet in front of the sideboard and aimed her light at the underside, hoping to find the latch Granny Nell had described.
She dropped the flashlight and used both hands to feel for an edge or a lever, something to pull or push.
“I’m done here, and you are too, Kate. Let’s go!” The man’s voice was hushed.
“You go.” Kate didn’t look back at him. “I’m not through yet.” She slid open the narrow right-hand drawer and felt around inside, pushing aside envelopes, paper clips, CDs, and loose earrings. She moaned.
The man was right. It was reckless to stay in the house any longer. She crawled to the other side; opened the left drawer; shoved aside gloves, scarves, and pink under-things; and stretched her hand to the back, fingering the top, sides, and bottom. And found nothing.
She closed the drawer and stepped back.
Wait! Had the man called her Kate? How did he know her name? Where had they met? No time for that. She didn’t want to believe her grandmother was senile, that the feisty woman had imagined the whole story.
No, the secret drawer had to be here. She slid the left drawer all the way out of the sideboard and set it down at her feet, careful not to spill any of the silky underwear. She reached in and danced her fingers over the surface of the cavity, hoping for a notch or a knob, anything that might release a panel.
A door slammed. A woman’s voice echoed from below! She had to hide. She shoved the drawer back in place, ducked into the closet, and buried herself in the deepest corner.
Thank you A.Y., it's been a pleasure having you. Best of luck.
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Author Shout Out- Laura Strickland
Hey all,
Looking for a medieval romance? Hop on over to Storyfinds and catch a glimpse of Laura Strickland's new book, Daughter of Sherwood.
http://storyfinds.com/section/themed_week
Looking for a medieval romance? Hop on over to Storyfinds and catch a glimpse of Laura Strickland's new book, Daughter of Sherwood.
http://storyfinds.com/section/themed_week
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
New Book Tuesday
New Book Tuesday!! Get them while their free.
Who knew yoga could kill? Death Stretch by Ashantay Peters http://amzn.com/B00E51L64E
What makes a respectable midwife decide to rob a sperm bank? Eye Of The Tiger Lily by Ann Yost http://amzn.com/B00E4VD55S
Can the flame of old love be rekindled when it had been stomped out? Starting Over by Virginia Crane http://amzn.com/B00E4VSA8A
Shane and Dixie are forced to confront the past, while their future is still unclear. Torn by Keri Neal http://amzn.com/B00E4VSGDE
Dr. Shelby Masters has no respect for singing cowboys who can't ride Counterfeit Cowboy @tollerbeagle44 http://amzn.com/B00E4VDH2O
A century long quest for revenge could cost him more than he realizes His Magick Touch by Samantha Gentry http://amzn.com/B00DS9QGGM
Love speaks louder than words. The Strong, Silent Type @LynnKellanhttp://amzn.com/B00E6EIS5U
Monday, September 9, 2013
Blog Openings
Happy Monday readers!!
In preparation for my upcoming release I'm opening up my blog to my fellow literary friends.
From authors to artists, if you're offering, I'm taking. So please, feel free to sign up by commenting below and we'll get together.
Also readers, if you have any specific questions you'd like to ask, feel free to comment and I'll make sure to add them to my list.
In preparation for my upcoming release I'm opening up my blog to my fellow literary friends.
From authors to artists, if you're offering, I'm taking. So please, feel free to sign up by commenting below and we'll get together.
Also readers, if you have any specific questions you'd like to ask, feel free to comment and I'll make sure to add them to my list.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
New Books Tuesday!!!
New Books Tuesday!!!! Get yours today. And feel free to spread the news and support these talented roses.
#Free #Kindle! Three hold the spell that defends the magic of Sherwood. Daughter of Sherwood by Laura Strickland http://amzn.com/B00E4USIGA
#Free #Kindle! A treaty can save her clan-but can she give up the Highlander of her dreams. Highland Seer @WillaBlair http://amzn.com/B00E4V2VCG
#Free #Kindle! He offers her an escape from grief…but can she trust her heart again? The Rescued Heart http://amzn.com/B00E4V2NI8
#Free #Kindle! Audrey has ambitions…and Ethan an agenda. Audrey's Promise by Susan Sheeheyhttp://amzn.com/B00E4USBC6
#Free #Kindle! She dreams of being a chef…he’s determined to uncover her secrets. The Billionaire's Con @MacCrowne http://amzn.com/B00E4X1YB8
#Free #Kindle! Just when you think you've figured it out, life throws you a curve. Never Too Late by T.R. McClure http://amzn.com/B00E4V3JLS
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Let's Get Blogging
After a long summer break, let the blogging begin. And to kick it off, we're starting it off with a new look. What do you think? I've even managed to figure out how to add pa.ges!! A feat that will come in handy in the future as it will become the "BUY" links for my books.
In literary news, here's an update on the first book I'll be publishing with The Wild Rose Press.
I recently received the preliminary cover for Love's Battle and all I have to say is it is TOTALLY AWESOME! The most GORGEOUS thing I've seen, aside from my children being born. And I have to say the artist, Tamera Westberry, is a GENIUS.
I can't wait until I can finally reveal it to all of you. In the meantime there'll be some more waiting as the pieces of the book publishing process fall into place. Be sure to check back often for more updates as I've got some pretty cool ideas for posts as Love's Battle heads into it's release.
In literary news, here's an update on the first book I'll be publishing with The Wild Rose Press.
I recently received the preliminary cover for Love's Battle and all I have to say is it is TOTALLY AWESOME! The most GORGEOUS thing I've seen, aside from my children being born. And I have to say the artist, Tamera Westberry, is a GENIUS.
I can't wait until I can finally reveal it to all of you. In the meantime there'll be some more waiting as the pieces of the book publishing process fall into place. Be sure to check back often for more updates as I've got some pretty cool ideas for posts as Love's Battle heads into it's release.
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