Friday, October 19, 2012

Western Romance author Charlene Raddon and a Give-Away


BLURB 
Three nightmarish years of marriage had shattered Brianna Wight’s sheltered world. Faking her own murder, she fled St. Louis…harboring terrible secrets that could mean her death.
The tragic loss of his Indian wife left Columbus Nigh a wanderer; necessity made him a wilderness guide. But now he found himself drawn to the enigmatic woman who’d hired him to lead her westward. Her gentle strength stirred his lonely heart…her tender beauty aroused his deepest passions.
But the perils of the Oregon Trail paled beside the murderous wrath of the man who tracked them across the harsh frontier. Brianna knew the only way to save herself and Columbus was to risk their tender love. Only then could she free herself from the horrors of the past—and embrace a rapturous future.

EXCERPT
St. Louis, Missouri, April 1849
Brianna Wight’s heart pounded as she reluctantly fol­lowed her housekeeper’s son inside the dingy, cavernous livery stable. She felt as though she were entering the very bowels of hell.
Heat from the blacksmith’s shop blasted her delicate skin through her clothes and fluttered the veil covering her face as she waited for her eyes to adjust to the dark ness. The flames leaping from the forge and the murky silhouettes of men, dancing about the fire like so many devils, were all she could make out.
Harsh, angry voices flew at her out of the blackness, like hurtled knives. Instant terror stiffened her body and she threw up an arm to shield her face.
“Wait your turn, stinkin’ squawman. Whaddya need yer horse shod for anyways? It’s only one o’ them Injun ponies. Get back to yer slut squaw an’ have her pick the lice from yer hair, why doncha?”
The voice that answered was soft, deep and—Brianna thought—deceptively calm, but the words were unclear.
“Why, you bastard!” the first voice yelled.
The sound of flesh and bone striking flesh and bone froze Brianna. Her heart stuttered. That sound was entirely too familiar, as was the pain that always followed. She tensed, waiting to feel the expected blow.
Instead, a man sailed toward her out of the smithy. Brianna screamed in the instant before he slammed into her. Together, they tumbled to the straw-littered floor in a tangle of arms, legs and skirts.
“You blasted squawman!” someone bellowed. “Look what ya done now. Get up, damn you! That’s a lady you’re laying on.”



Brianna fought for air and shoved frantically at the heavy man weighing down her already bruised and bat­ tered body. Pain from a hundred places threatened to rend her unconscious. Inside her head, a voice shouted,“It’s not Barret!  Not Barret!” But the fear had her in its grip. She could not stop batting for her life, as she had been forced to do, so many times before.


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Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Guest author Laura Tolomei

TITLE: Tasting Leon’s Mark
SERIES: ReScue Book 2, sequel  of ReScue
AUTHOR: Laura Tolomei
GENRE: Contemporary
THEMES: GLBT, Gay, Ménage, Paranormal, m/m, m/f, m/m/f
ISBN 978-1-60313-690-7
PUBLISHER: Whiskey Creek Press Torrid http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/

BLURB
The world is full of hunters and their prey. But some prey can become hunters themselves while others have hidden claws. And surrender isn’t necessarily the loser’s choice. Surprisingly, it can turn out to create new connections or balance pre-existing ones.
 So will Sean accept  anything for another taste of Leon?
Don’t miss the passionate sequel to Re-Scue

EXCERPT LINKS
FIRST CHAPTER - PG

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EXCERPT PG
The blond beauty took a deep breath. “I’ve always believed women didn’t attract me. Seeing them half-naked at the beach or on magazines is no turn-on, physically I mean. With men, instead, every sense becomes alert, my mind starts picturing sex, even if I don’t like them that much. This has never happened with a woman.”
“If it makes you feel better, it didn’t this time either. You liked one woman, which doesn’t mean you have to like them all. Like me, I only feel something for you, not for men in general.”
The blond beauty was silent for a while. “Maybe you’re right, but I don’t know—”
Leon forced him to turn around and look straight into his eyes. “You’re just worried you’ll lose your gay identity if you admit you like a woman. But I know you’re much too intelligent to let generalizations blind you. Gay doesn’t define you. It simply limits your choices. You’re a person, first of all, who happens to have his own particular tastes, which should never, ever become a label.”
The dazzling blue eyes flashed in anger. “Funny of you to talk like this since you’re the first to deny our relationship, afraid to let people know you’re doing it with a man.”
Leon searched the beautiful face for a moment. “You’re right, it’s my problem, too. If I haven’t told anyone, except Janet—”
“The Kitty?”
Leon grinned at the appellative. “Right. I guess in a way I think along the same exclusive lines as if fucking one gender automatically excludes the other, as if by admitting I like you, I denied my heterosexual nature.”
“That’s what defines us, lover.”
“Well, it shouldn’t because we miss out on life’s infinite possibilities. And we, above anyone else, should make it true for our current lives since we spurned it in our previous ones.”

CONTEST/GIVEAWAY
A copy of Tasting Leon’s Mark e-book to one lucky winner among those who answer the following question: What links the two protagonists of Re-Scue and Tasting Leon’s Mark to the point they reincarnate from one lifetime to the next without any visible end to it?

PG Excerpt (from Re-Scue, ReScue Series #1)
Aural was his chosen, and the sanguinary ritual enabled him to bind and bring her along from one life to the next, controlling and trapping her at every level—physical, men­tal, not to mention spiritual—in a never ending cycle of life, death and rebirth. Defined by apparently fixed roles as hunter and prey, the game served to establish the rules of conduct and help them recognize one another each time they met anew, which of course only reinforced the connection to the point no amount of love, not just Myla’s but anyone else’s, too, would ever change this pattern. In the past, Myla had fought against the unfairness of it all, getting nowhere nearer his heart than she was today, fortified by the experience of countless lives that had taught her to accept the gods’ bid­ding however painful it could be. Maybe it was simply a matter of time—evidently, hers was yet to come—the same he spent searching for the damn creature he could not live without, always managing to find her somehow.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Sweet Swap Blog Hop

Happy 4th of July

While you have been kicking back enjoying family, friends, BBQ and delicious summertime foods... I have been hard at work bringing you one of my newest releases, No Matter What. 

Blurb-

Chad James is angry at the world. In the last two years, he lost his job and his girlfriend of five years, had to move back home with his elderly parents and found out he has a debilitating central nervous disease that will eventually leave him paralyzed. Confined to a wheelchair, Chad uses his down-on-your-luck attitude to chase people away from him.

That is until Taylor Patrick and her rebellious daughter, Mandi, move in next door to Chad's parents. Taylor has the sweet disposition of a saint and stirs deep feelings within Chad that he thought were dead. The young Mandi is a know-it-all teenager with a major attitude who's pushing Taylor to her parenting limits.

Taylor resents Mandi's father for being a dead-beat and is having trust issues with men in general, no matter their appearances and words. In her mind, anytime a man opens his mouth, he is lying. That is until a knock on her door and she comes face to face with Chad, her new neighbors' disabled son. Something in Chad's brown eyes spark more than just the desire to take care of the man. She has the desire to tell him to lay off the poor little old me attitude plus he has the audacity to tell her how to raise Mandi. The nerve of the man!

Chad and Taylor venture on a love-hate relationship with more then they bargained for.


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Sunday, June 17, 2012

Breathless Press author Gayl Taylor

Blurb:
Musician Hunter Blake returns to Banbury Cross to win back his true love, Kate. Will they find a way to make beautiful music again?
Not even a cock horse could bring musician Hunter Blake back to Banbury Cross, yet here he stood, ten years after leaving, to make amends for his past behavior and win back his true love, Katherine Banbury. Their relationship was in perfect harmony until Hunter's excessive drinking tore them apart. Now sober, he's focused on doing whatever it takes to prove he's worthy of her love.
Kate spent the last ten years determined to forget Hunter. With a developer intent on turning her ancestral home into tract housing, Kate had her hands full. When Hunter returns, vivid memories of their passionate history stoke the flames of desire between them. Will Kate fight the attraction or will she open her heart to love once more?
Excerpt
Anger boiled to the surface as Kate struggled to stay focused. It was true. She could do nothing unless she sacrificed her own responsibilities. The manor took priority over the studio regardless of her desire to help Jonathan financially. "We will fight this, go to the owner, and work out some deal. Just tell me who it is and I'll negotiate."
"That is an intriguing idea."
Kate whipped around at the voice behind her, an all too familiar baritone. "Hunter." She barely choked out his name.
It took her several minutes to catch her breath and steady her racing heart. After all this time, the sight of Hunter Blake sent her self-control into a tailspin. His thick, black hair, slightly peppered with gray, no longer reached his waist. It now hung in layers just above his shoulders. He had added some impressive bulk to his six-foot-two-inch frame. Kate raked her gaze from head to toe in appreciation of that body.
His stonewashed black jeans, white T-shirt, and black leather jacket fit him to perfection. The T-shirt hugged each rippled muscle, the V-neck exposed a dusting of black hair on his chest. Her gaze lingered at his crotch, noting the way those jeans perfectly accentuated his ample assets. Wetting her lips, she drew her lower lip between her teeth and sucked in a quick breath.
"Hello, Kate. I see you recognize me."
Kate lifted her gaze back to Hunter's handsome face. His mouth curved in a mischievous grin. He was well aware of where she was staring and the intent in his voice was clear. Heat rushed to her face, stinging her cheeks with a prickling sensation. It wasn't from embarrassment of her open appreciation of his cock but from sheer desire. Even now, the memories came flooding back in a wave of lust that had her tingling in places that had not seen decent action in a long while.
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Monday, June 11, 2012

Guest author Nike Chillemi is on today

BURNING HEARTS 
 
Genre: Historical Romantic Thriller

Can a sheltered young seamstress, disillusioned by the horrors of WWII, escape an arsonist/murderer who has killed her employer and mentor, while trying to decide if she can trust the dashing war hero who’s ridden into town on his Harley—who some say is the murderer?
Erica Brogna’s parents doted on her and taught her to think for herself. Many boys she grew up with had fallen in the WWII, shaking her childhood faith. In rides a handsome stranger, at the hour of her most desperate need. A woman who is her close friend and mentor is trapped in a burning house. After making an unsuccessful rescue attempt, Erica stands by as this man rushes into the inferno and carries her friend’s lifeless body out.
Lorne Kincade can’t out run his past on his Harley Davidson WLA, the civilian model of the motorcycle he rode in the war. He’s tried. He’s been a vagabond biker in the year since the war ended. His Uncle Ivar bequeathed him a ramshackle cottage in Sanctuary Point, on the Great South Bay of Long Island, NY and now he’d like to hope for a future again, repair the miniscule place, and settle down. The only problem is, a young woman with hair the color of mink is starting to get under his skin and that’s the last thing he needs.

Excerpt: 

Chapter One
Long Island, New York
September 1946

Erica Brogna hurried down Hill Street, eager to sketch her new design, a forest green taffeta dress with a swirling skirt for a twenty-fifth wedding anniversary -- her first significant assignment. She paused to inhale the salt scent on the ocean breeze, and her gaze lingered on a copse of red, rust, and gold maples near Ada's house and dress shop.
She smiled, pulling her cardigan tight around her, and dropped the newspaper Poppa asked her to bring to her mentor and employer. She retrieved the paper and saw Bess Truman smiling as she entered Walter Reed Army Hospital. With the war over, the First Lady visited broken soldiers in long-term care. Erica slapped the paper closed before rage and depression overtook her. So many boys had not come home.
Chin jutted out, she smoothed the pleats of her skirt and marched toward Ada's house.
She'd think on pleasant things and hand the paper over without a fuss as she did every morning.
Nothing would ruin this day.
She climbed Ada's wooden front steps and opened the door.
Smoke filled the living room Ada had turned into a fabric shop. Erica waved a hand in front of tearing eyes. Gray vapors, like swirling fog, partially obscured bolts of fabric stacked against the opposite wall.
"Ada! Ada, answer me please." Dropping the newspaper, Erica rushed toward the stairs, trampling Bess Truman's image. "Ada can you hear me?"
Coughing, she grabbed on to the cutting table in the middle of the room, steadied herself, and reached for the phone -- no dial tone. Perhaps the fire melted the line.
She yanked the collar of her blouse over her nose and mouth against the smoke. The stairs loomed before her, seeming as impossible to scale as Mount Everest. She lunged forward, gripping the baluster, and thrust herself up two steps. Since Ada wasn't outside, she had to be upstairs.
As Erica climbed, the smoke thickened and swirled around her. It was darker with each step.
One hand clasped the rail and pulled, and she advanced a few more steps. Heat blasted against her skin from above, and soft crackling sounds drew her gaze to the upstairs landing.
Squinting into the smoke, she lost her grip on the banister, missed the next step, and fell backward tumbling to the bottom.
The back of her head smacked against the baluster, and wooziness followed sharp pain.
She tried to stand but couldn't get her bearings.
Will triumphed over ability. She hoisted herself, ignoring the dull throb at the back of her skull. Her palms stung, the skin scraped off during her fall. She took a deep breath, and a coughing fit seized her. Shallow breaths were the better alternative.
Planting her penny loafer on the bottom step, Erica began her climb again, shaken but with new resolve. If she could reach the top of the stairs, she could also make it to Ada's bedroom.
Halfway up, the scratches on her palms pulsated as the temperature rose. So did her knees -- must've scraped those, too. The pungent smoke shrouding her darkened, and grit clung to her skin. She couldn't see the banister or the top of the stairs and each breath took effort.
Poppa's lectures on fire drills flashed into mind -- stay low in a fire to get fresh air. She dropped to her knees and crawled, ignoring her pain. A sickening smell made her stomach lurch.
Inch by inch she crept, now three quarters of the way up. Hot, putrid air assaulted her windpipe, and she doubled over, her insides trembling.
Heaving herself forward, she maneuvered up one more step, but the smoke pushed back, choking her. She sobbed, knowing she couldn't make it to Ada, and scrambled down, hoping she could find help.


Q: Can you explain the idea behind "Burning Hearts" and how it came about?
A: My passion is suspense/mystery and of course, since I'm a girl, I wanted a love story. That was a given. This one, due to the inexperience with the opposite sex of its main characters is extremely sweet. I come from immigrant stock, as many of us do. I wanted the struggles of immigrants coming to America as a strong subtheme, coupled with the idea of the hero as a loner...a James Dean type, if you will. So, I started working on it. Erica Brogna, my heroine surprised me, and she was difficult to write. She emerged as a strange combination: a sheltered young woman, reared by doting parents who speak to her with Czechoslovak words of endearment. But, she's first in the birth order. There was no son in the family for six years until her brother Willie was born. Therefore, her dad taught her many of the things he would have taught a son and she grew up with quite an independent streak, though she is quite feminine. The idea of arson as the murder weapon intrigued me. The title BURNING HEARTS is kind of a play on words. It has a strong romance ring to it, yet has a double meaning due to the arson/murder angle. I enjoy reading stories that play out on many levels, and found out that's also the way I write.

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Nike Chillemi has been called a crime fictionista due to her passion for crime fiction. She was an Inspy Awards 2010 judge in the Suspense/Thriller/Mystery category and a judge in the 2011 Carol Awards in the suspense, mystery, and romantic suspense categories. She is the founding board member of the Grace Awards and its Chairman, a reader's choice awards for excellence in Christian fiction. She writes book reviews for The Christian Pulse online magazine. BURNING HEARTS is the first book in the crime wave that is sweeping the south shore of Long Island in The Sanctuary Point series, published by Desert Breeze. GOODBYE NOEL, the second book in the series was released in December, 2011. She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW) and the Edgy Christian Fiction Lovers (Ning).

Friday, June 8, 2012

Desert Breeze author Tina Pinson

As the Civil War rages, Rebekah fights to keep her world intact. But loss and sorrow has seeped into her heart and mind. She sets her sights on Oregon, praying this new Eden will allow her a place of peace and a place to put her life, and that of her son's, back together again. She travels to Independence, Missouri ready to take the train west, but is denied the opportunity to join the train because she is woman alone. Matthew battles his way through one fight after another, all the while thinking of Rebekah. The woman who holds his heart. He longs to help her west, but fears his biggest battle lies ahead of him. Will Rebekah open up her heart to him and allow him to be the one to hold her When the Shadows Fall?

Excerpt-

Rebekah followed the attendant to a horse drawn, covered wagon in the alley. "You must have pull, ma'am. Lincoln himself says you're to keep this." She watched in stunned silence as he settled Robert on a pallet of blankets. He turned to her. "Well, that'll do ya. I best get back. And, ma'am, don't be staying any longer in these parts then need be. Ya hear?"

"Thank you," Rebekah called after him.

She unloaded her things from the hackney and paid the driver. After settling Andrew, she climbed on the buckboard, took a deep breath, and snapped the reins, heading the horse out of the city. She would wait till they were over the Long Bridge and traveled for a time, before she gave Robert a thorough once over. If she did it now, she may not have the courage to leave.

It was nearing three when she stopped behind a mound of hay to check on her husband and sleeping child. Robert's condition shocked her senses. He was nowhere near the man she remembered. A year in a Yankee prison had left him pale. His once muscular body, resembled a barely-breathing skeleton -- dark shadows of the man she remembered.

His lips thin, his eyes lit with recognition. She saw a remnant of the man she loved and knew. He remained hidden deep behind the cover of sickness. She removed her costume hairpiece so he could see her hair. He smiled.

"Rebekah, love. It is you," his whisper was hoarse, weak. He could barely move. Following her movements with his hollow eyes only seemed to tax his strength, so he closed them. She wiped his fevered brow, allowed herself to cry, then laid beside him to rest. His breathing was labored, bones showed through his skin, but he was alive and she would do all she could to keep him that way.

"I love you," she whispered, and closed her swollen eyes to sleep.

Andrew woke, saw the man and practically planted himself in Rebekah. He stayed there shivering with fear until he realized who it was. "It's Daddy. Mommy."

Rebekah folded her arms around him. "Yes, darling, it's Daddy. And Daddy is very sick so we have to be very quiet. All right?"

Andrew nodded and took a closer look at Robert. Night had blanketed his wounds in the shadows. The light of day painted Robert's emaciation in full, horrific color. The look of him would unsettle anyone, especially a boy. Black rings encircled Robert's eyes. His skin was a pasty gray color that looked as flimsy as parchment. He was beyond sick. Rebekah wondered about the wounds that lay beneath the surface. She would concentrate on his physical healing and deal with the rest when the time arose.

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Tina Pinson resides in Mesa, Arizona with her husband of thirty plus years, Danny. They are blessed to have three sons, and five grandchildren.
Tina started her writing in elementary school. Her love of writing has caused her to seek creative outlets be it writing poetry, songs, or stories. In the Manor of the Ghost and Touched By Mercy were published through Desert Breeze Publishers.
When Shadows Fall, Shadowed Dreams, and To Catch a Shadow the first three installments of the Shadow Series about the civil war and the Oregon Trail, will be available May 2012, November 2012 and June 2013.

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Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Guest author J. Lilley is on today

Writing my first young adult book came about by chance. Living in a beautiful area of Scotland, I often walk in the forest with a friend. We talk about everything and anything, as you do, especially the fact that this area of the country is steeped in lore about fairies. Indeed the fairy tree isn't that far from my house.
So when a friend was bemoaning the fact that she couldn't fins a shape shifter book for her daughter's birthday, and I said "oh I'll write one," there was nowhere else but The Trossachs I could set it.
Originally, this was a short single book, of 12k. Rach, the birthday girl loved it, and I was really happy. A publisher got wind of it, asked to see it, said he was setting up a YA publishing house, and he wanted the book. (Dreams do come true)
Then he added, "But I want it at least twice as long. Oh and I want a series."
Once I'd picked myself up of the floor, hugged the cat and told Rach, I started to think how I wanted the series to tell the story of Shalea. Specifically the next generation of leaders, and just how difficult are some of the decisions they have to make.
Now not having been a teen for a goodish while, I was lucky to have Rach and her siblings to guide me, and give me all the latest slang, and my own now slightly older children to question about growing up round this area. We had some hilarious 'do you remember' sessions. One about the school bus running out of diesel made it into one of the books.
Anyone living, or visiting this area will recognize some of the places in the book, but realize I have taken the liberty of moving them around somewhat. That was great fun, knowing that large rock isn't by the lochside but in the forest, or this house isn't near that village.
So here we are. Book one of the Shalean Moon, is out as an eBook. Books 1-3 are due out this coming week under one cover, entitled Beginnings, and the whole six books come out one at a time on the first Friday of each month, June until November.

Here's the blurb for Discovered. 

When Rach moved to Scotland she knew there would be changes. She hadn't expected them to be quite so dramatic. Not only was there a new house, new school and new friends, there was also a secret to discover.
Brios Parde was a Patriarch in waiting. When the powerful leopard shifter senses a new Shalean he is amazed to discover it's the new girl. All his senses tell him Rach will be important to him.
However the Rogues try to destroy the budding relationship. Will Rach decide to side with Brios or help stage an uprising?

And an excerpt…

‘Rach, can you sense this?’
 ‘Leira, what’s happening? Oh my God, dad is sending me away. He found out about me meeting Brios and he’s hopping mad. What’s going on, what is all this stuff? Brios didn’t have time to tell me much, and I can’t get hold of him.’
‘He’s been sent away. I don’t know much, but it’s all to do with his powers and ... oh shoot—gotta go.’
‘Leira? Leira?’
Rach stood in her bedroom and frowned. One minute she’d been having a mind conversation with her friend, and the next minute—nothing. Worried, and not knowing what to do about it she looked in the mirror and plaited her hair. As she tied an elastic hair bobble around the end of her long braid, she was relieved to be out of her uniform and into jeans and a hoodie. One last check in the mirror and...
Rach opened her mouth to scream but only a croak came out. She swallowed, grabbed the glass of water from beside the bed and took a big mouthful.
“Brios?” It wasn’t her own reflection she saw in the full-length mirror—it was Brios, and he was blindfolded. She pressed her hands to the glass and then saw only herself; her shocked white face, and her trembling mouth. She could see where her hands had laid, their imprint still visible on the reflective surface; her room, its curtains blowing in the breeze from the open window; her bed, and its purple and silver striped duvet rumpled and creased where she’d laid on it in a huff. That was it—no shadowed room, no Brios, no blindfold; just herself.

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