Monday, January 23, 2017



Check out this awesome novel by fellow author Lori Sizemore...


Blurb

Justine Montgomery, daughter of a divorced beauty queen and TV magnate, is a tabloid disaster after her infamous sex tape. She’s so desperate to help save her family’s home she turns to her deal-making dad. Can she prove to him she’s cut out for a career in television or will she lose it all?
Sawyer has his own past and a successful career is his only goal. Seeing Justine fail would mean the promotion of a lifetime, but things get complicated when he develops feelings for her. Suddenly, the lines between work, life, sex, and love are blurry.
They will have to overcome the bitterness of a rejected ex, the controlling actions of her father, and the half-truths they’re telling one another to forge a lasting partnership both on the job and off the clock.

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Friday, December 9, 2016

Check out this new release from the talented Tena Stetler, available today, just in time for the holidays.
                                                      
                  
A Witch's Holiday Wedding by Tena Stetler

 Blurb:
Elemental witch, Pepper McKay and former Navy SEAL, Lathen Quartz have built Lobster Cove Wildlife Rescue and Rehabilitation Center on enchanted McKay land. During a romantic interlude on Halloween night, Pepper happily agrees to become Lathen’s wife. What better day than Winter Solstice for their wedding in a town that loves celebrations and Christmas. However, planning a wedding and operating their wildlife center takes a toll on both Pepper and Lathen. 
 When the couple takes a much-needed break for Thanksgiving with family in Colorado, a Maine snowstorm fills the center with injured wildlife. Lathen finds himself drawn into a covert military mission, while trying to deal with issues concerning friends and family. Pepper wants to cancel the wedding. Is she having second thoughts? Will the nosy McKay ghosts, Lathen’s werewolf pack, Pepper’s parents, and her best friend help or hinder the wedding and holiday plans?

 Excerpt:
A strong arm whipped around her waist, the air whooshed out as she squealed. Pepper balled up her gloved fist as a large warm hand wrapped around her wrist. "I've seen you defend yourself. Not going to chance it." A deep voice chuckled behind her.
"Lathen -- I'm going to..."
He spun her around and covered her cold lips with his warm ones. Werewolves run several degrees warmer than most of the population, one of the many things she loved about him. She relaxed into him, their parkas making a wisping sound as the material rubbed against each other. "That's better," he murmured against her lips. 
All at once the lights in the town square blinked on. Low positioned red and green laser light decorations sparkled over the snow-covered ground and onto the gazebo complementing the white lights. From the other direction, a blue laser sprinkled tiny snowflakes across the building. Evening fell quickly in December. 
"This is absolutely beautiful," She breathed against his chilled cheek and whirled out of his hold taking in all the lighted decorations not visible earlier. Then she pointed toward the bulletin board. "I've been reading the town's holiday events, Lobster Cove really embraces Christmas." 
"Told you." Lathen said smugly. "Even some of the boats docked in the harbor are decked out with colored lights."

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Sunday, December 4, 2016

Christmas Blog Tour

I’m taking part in a fun and unique holiday blog tour, in which all of the authors have been replaced by elves. J Come take a look…

Hi, I’m am elf named Krafty Kelly.

At the North Pole, I am a gift wrapper. I love my job because I get to be creative and decorative all day long. But beware, because my crafty nature isn’t limited to wrapping…you might find some tricky surprises in those bows and ribbons.
While working, I like listening to fun, upbeat holiday songs, like Sleigh Ride and I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.

My favorite holiday drink is eggnog with Irish cream. When I put some marshmallows on top, it becomes a snack, too. J

I’m a Secret Santa for Frangelica Tinselbaubles. For Christmas, I’m giving her a sweet bar, filled with nuts, melted chocolate, cookies crumbles, caramel and jam, to top her delicious shortbread cookies.

Here’s a special holiday craft: 

Homemade wreaths

If you buy a Christmas tree that has some sagging branches that need to be cut off, put the branches to good use.

Bend a wire hanger into a circle. Overlap branches in a circle and attach to the wire hanger, and to each other, with a hot glue gun. Secure to hanger by tying twine around the branches and hanger in several spots. Cover the twine with tinsel or ribbon so it doesn’t show. Hot glue any other decorations you want, and you have your own lovely wreath.



 
An act of charity brings them together, but can they be as generous to each other?
For most people, the holidays are a time of warmth, happiness and celebration. But to Jenna Samuels, they mean only one thing. Mounting debt. A single mother, Jenna struggles to make ends meet and to her, it’s a season of excess and distress.
James Garrison is in over his head, too. His ex-wife said he wasn’t equipped to take care of his twins, and now that he’s got joint custody, he fears she was right. They’re wild, spoiled, and always fighting. When they knock Jenna’s daughter into the “Gifting Tree,”—a part of their town’s charity collection—the parents are immediately attracted to each other. But James has had his fill of cold women and Jenna won’t make the mistake of falling for another man who disappears when life gets too heavy.
As their paths cross, James and Jenna must decide whether first impressions are accurate, or if sometimes, people are not what you assume at all.


Check out the rest of our Elf tour at these blogs:

Stacy Holmes - www.writerknapsack.com 
Denyse Bridger - http://www.fantasypages.ca

Linda Carroll-Bradd - http://blog.lindacarroll-bradd.com (participating on Dec 16 only)

Monday, November 14, 2016

Christmas Reads

Starting to get into the holiday spirit? Looking for a story or two to warm you up? Me, too! Here are some wonderful Christmas books written by fellow authors with my publisher, The Wild Rose Press. Two of them are available for preorder now, and one is already out for your immediate reading pleasure. Happy reading!

Here's the first one:
                                                     
                 
A Witch's Holiday Wedding by Tena Stetler

 Blurb:
Elemental witch, Pepper McKay and former Navy SEAL, Lathen Quartz have built Lobster Cove Wildlife Rescue and Rehabilitation Center on enchanted McKay land. During a romantic interlude on Halloween night, Pepper happily agrees to become Lathen’s wife. What better day than Winter Solstice for their wedding in a town that loves celebrations and Christmas. However, planning a wedding and operating their wildlife center takes a toll on both Pepper and Lathen.
 When the couple takes a much-needed break for Thanksgiving with family in Colorado, a Maine snowstorm fills the center with injured wildlife. Lathen finds himself drawn into a covert military mission, while trying to deal with issues concerning friends and family. Pepper wants to cancel the wedding. Is she having second thoughts? Will the nosy McKay ghosts, Lathen’s werewolf pack, Pepper’s parents, and her best friend help or hinder the wedding and holiday plans?

 Excerpt:
A strong arm whipped around her waist, the air whooshed out as she squealed. Pepper balled up her gloved fist as a large warm hand wrapped around her wrist. "I've seen you defend yourself. Not going to chance it." A deep voice chuckled behind her.
"Lathen -- I'm going to..."
He spun her around and covered her cold lips with his warm ones. Werewolves run several degrees warmer than most of the population, one of the many things she loved about him. She relaxed into him, their parkas making a wisping sound as the material rubbed against each other. "That's better," he murmured against her lips.
All at once the lights in the town square blinked on. Low positioned red and green laser light decorations sparkled over the snow-covered ground and onto the gazebo complementing the white lights. From the other direction, a blue laser sprinkled tiny snowflakes across the building. Evening fell quickly in December.
"This is absolutely beautiful," She breathed against his chilled cheek and whirled out of his hold taking in all the lighted decorations not visible earlier. Then she pointed toward the bulletin board. "I've been reading the town's holiday events, Lobster Cove really embraces Christmas."
"Told you." Lathen said smugly. "Even some of the boats docked in the harbor are decked out with colored lights."

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Barnes & Noble: Not available yet.


About the Author:
Tena Stetler is a paranormal romance and cozy mystery author with an over-active imagination.  She wrote her first vampire romance at the age of  thirteen, to the chagrin of her mother and the delight of her friends. Colorado is home; shared with her husband, a brilliant Chow Chow, a spoiled parrot and a forty-year-old box turtle.  Any winter evening, you can find her curled up in front of a crackling fire with a good book, a mug of hot chocolate and a big bowl of popcorn.  Her books tell tales of magical kick-ass women and mystical alpha males that dare to love them.

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Twitter Page: www.twitter.com/TenaStetler      

Here's the second one:

                                                              


A Kiss Under the Christmas Lights by Peggy Jaeger

 Blurb:

With Christmas just a few weeks away, Gia San Valentino, the baby in her large, loud, and loving Italian family, yearns for a life and home of her own with a husband and bambini she can love and spoil. The single scene doesn’t interest her, and the men her well-meaning family introduce her to aren’t exactly the happily-ever-after kind.

Tim Santini believes he’s finally found the woman for him, but Gia will take some convincing she’s that girl. A misunderstanding has her thinking he’s something he’s not.

Can a kiss stolen under the Christmas lights persuade her to spend the rest of her life with him?

Excerpt:

After an hour of helping people move supplies from cars, I passed by mama who was carrying a humongous plastic swaddled baby Jesus statue for the crèche when she called out, “The new guy is here.”
            “Where?” I put down the ladder I’d been carting and looked in the general direction of where she’d pointed her chin since her arms were full of the Lord.
            I found him in an instant. It wasn’t difficult because he was the only guy in the parking lot I didn’t recognize. Plus, he was dressed head to toe in basic clergy black. Black long sleeved shirt under a black vest over black trousers and standard issue shiny black boring priest shoes.
            His back was to me and he was carrying a table, but after he put it down and turned around I got a good look at the front of him.
            And Holy Mary, Mother of God, what a front he had.
            Close cropped military style hair the color of wind blown wheat topped a head which stood – truly – head and shoulders above everyone else around. The guy had to be six-three at least. Sharp, etched cheekbones God cut with a knife, sat under deep and dark oval shaped eyes. His face was a composite of planes and angles, the carved cheeks meeting up with a chiseled-from-stone chin. Hardened concrete looked softer than this guy’s jawline. His nose was perfectly fixed in the center of his face, the slight aquiline bend at the tip bringing to mind Michelangelo’s David, the cupid’s bow under it well-defined and pronounced. Clean shaven, his mouth was full and thick and - God help me – looked utterly kissable.
            I could tell even with the chunky vest covering his torso, he was closer to thin than stocky, but from the way his biceps pulled against his sleeves, he had some muscle to him.
            And some pair of legs. They went on forever, from heaven to earth in a full, hard line.
            I don’t know how long I stood there just gawking with my mouth open like an empty cannoli shell waiting to be filled, but I’m being truthful when I say I couldn’t move. My feet were frozen to the ground, my knees had locked, and my hips weren’t taking me anywhere soon.
            This was one beautiful man.
            The old masters would have used him as a springboard for their work, and I could actually picture him in a Botticelli fresco, garbed in Roman robes, lounging while naked, buxom-breasted chubby women fed him grapes and sweetmeats.
            In the time it took for a hummingbird to flap its wings once, I pictured myself as one of those women.

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About the Author:


Peggy Jaeger is a contemporary romance novelist who writes about strong women, the families who support them, and the men who can’t live without them.

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Website/Blog: peggyjaeger.com
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/peggyjaeger/



And third but not least:


Match Made in the Highlands by Pam Binder

Blurb

 Logan Mackinnon, confirmed bachelor, has put his life on hold to help his father care for his mother and honor her dying wish to tour Stirling Castle. Sparks fly when Logan meets Irene Redmond on the tour, and they are both transported back in time to the thirteenth century. But their budding romance is tested when they learn the conditions needed for their return to the twenty-first century. The castle is enchanted and only a marriage between two people who truly love each other will break the spell.

Irene Redmond expected to unravel family secrets, instead she meets Logan Mackinnon, a man who awakens long-ago dreams of a happily-ever-after. But are their feelings strong enough to break the castle's enchantment?


Excerpt:

Strong arms wrapped around her. "Don't worry," Logan said. "I've go you."
    She clung to his neck as he gathered her closer. She could feel his heart beat against her chest, or was that hers? Random thoughts popped in and out. How had he reached her so fast? Did he think she was clumsy? Too heavy?
     Pathetic. He'd saved her, and all she could think about was her weight. Still...
     She squirmed in his arms. "Thank you, but you can put me down."
     "And blow my one chance to rescue a beautiful damsel in distress? Not a chance. Besides, we're almost there."
     Although the bagpipes were louder and she could hear the haunting notes of a flute, the mist was as dense as ever. "How can you tell?" She said.
     She felt a rumble of laughter rise in his chest. "It's a guess.  I haven't a clue."

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Bio: 

Pam Binder is an award-winning Amazon and New York Times bestselling author. Publishers Weekly has said: "Binder gracefully weaves elements of humor, magic and romantic testions into her novels." Drawn to Celtic legends and anything Irish or Scottish, Pam blends historical events, characters, and myths into everything she writes. Pam is also a conference speaker, writing instructor, and president of the Pacific Northwest Writers Association. 

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Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Here's a character interview for my coming release, Better to Give. This was originally posted on Casi McLean's Halloween Hop, which you can find here: http://casimclean.com/aba-halloween-hop/

Thanks for coming today, Jenna. So, with Halloween quickly approaching, can you tell us your favorite thing about the holiday?

To be honest, I was never much into Halloween before. Sure, I always took my daughter, Nora, trick or treating, but that was about it. This year will be the first Halloween we’re spending with James and his children. They’ve invited us to a big party, with pumpkin painting and a haunted corn maze. They’ve assured me it won’t be too scary. Nora is still little, after all.

Will you be dressing up?

There’s another first for me. I haven’t worn a costume since I was a kid myself. Not a lot of time for playing dress-up when you have a child as young as I did. But yes. James is insisting that we wear costumes to the party and I’m happy to do something new.

What are you going to be?

We’re going as scissors and a comb, in honor of the first time James made up an excuse to come see me at the salon where I work. It’s a little silly, but I’m finding I like that.

I take it you’re not used to silly either?

I’ve taken life pretty seriously since I had Nora. Everything became about caring for her and earning enough money to give her what she needs. When I met James, my first instinct was to blow him off as a player looking for his latest hook-up. I was wrong, though. He’s nothing like that. Being with James actually reminds me of what it’s like to have fun. I can be responsible and a good mother and still enjoy my life. There’s got to be a balance, you know? And I think in finding the balance, it makes me better for Nora, too.

What one thing do you hope to remember about Halloween this year?


When I look back, I’d like to remember this as the first Halloween where I found the ghosts and goblins scarier than what life has in store for me. J

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Breathing In

Even though I wish the weather could be 80 degrees and sunny every single day, there are certain things about fall that make me warm and fuzzy like no other time of year. For me, this season is all about the scents. Sure, I love the mandatory autumn events, like apple and pumpkin picking, hayrides and corn mazes. But after you pick that fruit, what do you do? Come home and bake, of course. And that’s where the smells begin.

So there's the basic, delicious apple pie aroma wafting through the house, and even the roasting of pumpkin seeds. As soon as my kids get wind of those seeds they circle my kitchen like mini-vultures. But that’s just the start of it.

In the fall, I bust out two items that have been put away for the summer. The first things I dust off are my candles. I absolutely love to have candles burning in the house, but for whatever reason, I never think to light them in the warm weather. As soon as the temperature begins to drop, though, out they come. Earthy vanillas and cinnamons are my favorites. When the windows are open and a breeze drifts through, I’m in my happy place.

The second is my slow-cooker. I never owned a slow-cooker until a few years ago, but as soon as I did, it quickly claimed its spot on my counter for the better part of the fall and winter. It’s not even that I love the food prepared in it so much. Some of the meals are very tasty, but it’s more the fact that I throw everything in it in the morning, and then for the rest of the day, the flavors dance around the house. The cooker I have gets plugged in, so I can leave with it on. There’s nothing like coming home from being out for a few hours and smelling that when I walk through the door.

Even the air is different in the fall. It’s evening right now, and I’m sitting by my open sliding doors. (It doesn’t hurt that we’ve also had the most beautiful fall weather in years.) A breeze just came in and I commented about how good it smelled. My husband immediately knew what I meant. No one was barbecuing outside. No one’s fireplace was on. It was just the clean, crisp autumn air.

I think for me, scent is the sense that evokes the most memories. Sometimes, when I’m walking down the street, I’ll stop mid-step because I get a hint of someone’s perfume or shampoo, and I have to take a second to reflect. I might forget someone’s voice over time, and maybe I’ll even lose some of her more subtle facial features. But if I pick up a person’s distinctive scent, it doesn’t matter how much time has passed since I’ve seen her, I’ll think of her. Even smells that wouldn’t necessarily be considered pleasant, like roads being paved or paint drying, bring me back to fond memories.


Interestingly, it’s also the sense that I most readily overlook when I’m writing. Sight and sounds are easy. They come naturally. But I find I really have to concentrate on adding in scents when I’m revising my work. I’m not sure why, because they’re so powerful in my everyday life. And as a reader, I’m easily drawn into a setting where smells are described. So from now on, every so often as I write, I’m going to remind myself to close my eyes, breathe in and just imagine.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

The Worst Laid Plans

I’m a planner. When I book a trip, I spend weeks looking into all the attractions and plotting out our days. That’s a big part of the fun for me, the planning and anticipation. But last week, when friends asked us to go on a spur-of-the-moment getaway, there was no time for my usual extensive research. We booked it one night, packed up and left for Lake George the next morning.

I hadn’t been there before and didn’t really know what I’d need. Turned out, I didn’t pack quite right and forgot a number of things. I even forgot certain pairs of shoes I wanted to wear. (Usually, the number of shoes well exceeds the number of days I’ll be away, but not this time.) But somehow, miraculously, without my planning and list-making, it was a great time away. My kids had a blast. It didn’t take much. They swam in the lake, ate some seafood, played mini-golf and hung out with wonderful friends. I think part of the excitement for them was taking off at a moment’s notice and having no idea what we’d find when we got there.

Sitting by the lake, it struck me how differently I handle traveling and writing. When I start a story, I have a general idea of what will happen, but I definitely don’t use an outline and, very often, I’m not even sure which characters I’ll meet along the way. That is actually my favorite thing about writing…not having any clue where my book will lead me. My methods may be scattered, but luckily, everything usually works itself out into some semblance of order. Eventually. I love that aahhh moment, when storylines string together. I never stop being shocked by it.

Why, then, do I feel the need to plan my vacations out so meticulously? Don’t get me wrong…I love to explore new areas and go off the beaten path, finding local favorites, as I’ve mentioned before. But when I sketch out my trips, I know I’m going to want to do that, so I leave time for it, essentially planning my non-planned excursions.

I think it’s time the traveling me took some pointers from the writing me. Next time I want to go away, maybe I’ll jot down some general ideas on a scrap of paper, but not schedule my days. Maybe I’ll wake up each day wondering where the day will take us instead of mapping it out. Maybe then I’ll experience a vacation of strung-together surprises that were even better than the activities I would have planned.

Or maybe I’ll just end up sitting on the beach wearing sneakers instead of flip-flops.