Showing posts with label The Wild Rose Press. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Wild Rose Press. Show all posts

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Shifter Facebook Party Next Week!

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I'm totally pumped to have been included in the list of awesome SHIFTER authors in next week's "In Like a Lion, Out Like a...SHIFTER" party on Facebook! For those of you that attended my last Facebook party, you know how much fun it was and how many awesome PRIZES were awarded!


Check out the amazing Shifter Authors joining me below, and be sure to mark your calendars for 7-9pm next Thursday for your chance to win a bunch of prizes, including including a 50.00 Gift Certificate to the Wild Rose Press where you can download your favorite paranormal romances--woot woot!!

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

The LAST Day of Christmas has a HOT ending with "Bang the Drummer" by Desiree Holt

Hosting my fellow Twelve Brides of Christmas authors this month has been a blast! Not only did I meet some amazing women, I read all of their holiday stories, making this a magical Christmas already! The last book celebrating the 12th Day of Christmas is called "Bang the Drummer" and wow!! What a HOT book to warm you up, thanks to the talented Desiree Holt. Welcome, Desiree! Can you tell us about your book--especially the yummy title and cover!!

Buy the book HERE
With Christmas practically right around the corner, I wanted to share a taste of my newest Christmas story. Bang the Drummer is part of The 12 Brides of Christmas from The Wild Rose Press Spicy version of 12 drummers drumming! A Recommended Read from All Romance eBooks.

One lucky person will win a copy of this book. Just leave me a comment with your favorite Christmas memory, plus your email. I’ll pick the winner late tonight.

Blurb:
Jill Kennedy has plans for a Christmas wedding. She's put down deposits for the flowers, photos, and venue. Now all she needs is a groom. A drummer who'll keep her life as steady as he keeps the beat to his music. With her good friend Charlie Costello as her wingman, she'll interview percussionists, one per month until she finds the right tempo. But with Christmas approaching and no groom in sight, she's starting to wonder if she'll ever bang the drummer of her dreams.

Excerpt:
Jill Kennedy curled up on her couch studying her iPad, frowning. Her Christmas tree still twinkled in the corner although the holiday was long past. Coldplay’s latest CD bumped its tunes out from her iPod docking station. The last of her Christmas candles flicked in glass holders on the coffee table, filling the room with the scent of pine and cranberry. She should be feeling mellow, but instead her nerves were jumping and a headache was creeping slowly up from the nape of her neck.
Charlie Costello lounged next to her, sock feet resting on her coffee table, his hands tapping a steady rhythm on his thighs in time to the song.
Jill tucked a strand of her shoulder-length sable-colored hair behind her ear as she studied the information on the iPad screen.
“I think I’ve got everything taken care of. Booked the Creekside Winery. Ordered the decorations. Set up a tasting for the food and Stella’s designing the wedding cake.” She glanced up at Charlie. “Why are you looking at me in that strange way?”
He gave her his familiar lop-sided grin. “You are the only woman I know who plans and pays for her wedding without knowing who the groom is.”
She flipped a hand at him. “I’ll have one by then. It’s in the plan. You know.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “Yeah, I love your interview process. You aren’t even dating anyone right now.”
“Because look how poor my choices were in that arena, right?”
He snorted. “So this is better? Tell me how?”
Jill pulled up another memo on her iPad. “Okay. I have a list.”
“A list? This I gotta hear. Lay it on me.”
 If she didn’t need his help so badly, she would have smacked him. “It’s very specific. I asked around about different drummers in different bands and narrowed it down to the twelve most likely prospects. You know. Twelve drummers drumming, for Christmas.”
“Like a grocery list,” he teased.
“No, Charlie.” Damn him! “Like an interview process for a job.”
“Is that what this is, kitten? A job?”
“It’s a lifetime commitment,” she sniffed. She wished he’d just let her get on with this. All these questions were making her have tiny doubts about the wisdom of her decision. She gave herself a mental shake. “I’ll do one a month until I hit on the right one. The exact right one. First I check out their musical talent and their band history.”
Charlie gave a roar of laughter. “Because that’s such a requirement for stability?”
“Because it has to be a drummer so I need his performance history,” she snapped.
“Maybe it’s a different kind of performance you should be worrying about.”
“That comes later. After the phone calls and the coffee dates to see how he is in person and match our likes and dislikes.”
“Coffee dates?” He cocked an eyebrow. “Not even a romantic dinner?”
She wanted to sling the iPad at him. “I’ve been that route, remember? The whole nine yards, and what did I get? A bunch of losers. No, I’m doing this like a project for work. As a systems analyst, she knew the importance of things being able to mesh on a practical basis. ”
So you’re going to interview these bozos and then—what?”
Drummers,” she told him. “Interviewing drummers.”
He cocked his head. “And that’s why?”

“I told you.” She blew out a breath of exasperation. “Drummers have the best beat. The best tempo. They’re the heart of the band.” She grinned. “And have the best rhythm in bed.”

BUY Links for "Bang the Drummer"

Friday, December 19, 2014

On the 7th day of Christmas I read "Seven Swans Bride" by Donna Dalton!


It's the 7th Day of Christmas, and what's more fitting than a story from my fellow Twelve Brides of Christmas Author, Donna Dalton, with her story "Seven Swans Bride." I have to admit, Donna, I was curious how you were going to incorporate 7 Swans into a holiday romance, but you did it, and so cleverly!! Tell me a little bit about your story, and I understand you have a GIVEAWAY?
Buy Donna's book HERE
Thank you so much for hosting me today for the “12 Brides of Christmas” Author Spotlight! My book, “Seven Swans Bride” is the seventh stanza of the Twelve Days of Christmas which includes seven swans a’ swimming - and of course a bride. This sweet historical romance is set just after the American civil war.

For a chance to win a FREE e-copy of “Seven Swans Bride” comment below with your answer to my holiday question. I will be choosing one random comment by noon EDST tomorrow, so scroll down and leave a comment!
Do you have any holiday traditions that have been passed down through the years from generation to generation? If so, I’d love to hear about them. If not, just list a tradition you’d like to see started.
Here’s a little bit about my book, Seven Swans Bride”, including an excerpt and some buy links for you! Thanks again for stopping by, and don’t forget to comment for a chance to WIN!!! J
Family comes first for Abigail Whitlock. She’ll do anything to make it home to Seven Swans in time for Christmas and to attend her sister’s wedding - even if it means braving unforgiving mountainous terrain, fickle winter weather, and a captivating escort who threatens to steal her heart.

Country and duty come before all else for Major Evander Holt. He’s scheduled to arrive at his new assignment by year’s end, but a rockslide, a wily politician, and a headstrong, impetuous lady put his travel plans on hold. He doesn't need to come to her rescue, and he certainly doesn't need to fall in love with her. But there's something about Abigail he can't resist...even if it means risking his career.

Evander moved into the station house and closed the door behind him. Passengers littered the floor like routed soldiers, some sitting on trunks, others standing in small groups, their faces creased with apprehension. Even the children were subdued. The sudden cessation of their trip had everyone battle-shocked.

On the other side of the room near the ticket counter, Miss Whitlock and Congressman Jones had their gazes locked on him. One looked as though she’d swallowed a dose of castor oil. The other wore a satisfied grin. Were those expressions for him? Neither was particularly welcoming.

Miss Whitlock broke off her stare and fiddled with her crooked hat feather. Hair the color of sun-ripened wheat poured out from beneath her hat and framed her pretty face now flushed a charming shade of pink. He couldn’t see her eyes from across the distance, but he recalled their intensity as he held her close after the sudden braking of the train. They were deep blue, like a bottomless ocean, one a less sentient man might drown in.

Buy links:
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Author BIO:

Donna Dalton  uses the rich history of her home state of Virginia and the American Civil War to create action-packed, emotional romances. Her favorite pastime is to tour the many battlefields and museums and bring those places to life in her stories. She has four full-length historical novels published with The Wild Rose Press as well as several contemporary short stories. You can visit her at www.donnadalton.net or on facebook at https://www.facebook.com/DonnaDaltonbooks


Thursday, December 18, 2014

Honoring the 6th Day of Christmas is "Six Geese for Monica" by Brenda Gayle


Today is a super sweet story from fellow Twelve Brides of Christmas author, Brenda Gayle, called "Six Geese for Monica." Welcome, Brenda! Tell me a little bit about your holiday story...and I understand you have a GIVEAWAY??
Buy Brenda's book HERE
Thank you so much for hosting me today. I love Christmas stories, so when The Wild Rose Press asked me to contribute to its Twelve Brides of Christmas anthology, I jumped at the opportunity. What could be more wonderful than a series that involves brides, Christmas, and one of the “gifts” of the famous Twelve Days of Christmas song? Of course, I hadn’t fully realized considered that I’d have to work “six geese a-laying” into my plot, but that just made it more fun.

For a chance to win a FREE e-copy of Six Geese for Monica let me know: What is a typical Christmas meal at your home?
I’ll start: Turkey is an absolute essential at my Christmas table. I’ve tried to convince my family to be adventurous and try ham or goose (which would be very awkward this year), but they’ll have none of it. In addition, there’s usually mashed potatoes, green beans, and a squash/carrot casserole. Dessert is generally an assortment of baking my mother has provided, as well as a heated Christmas pudding with a decadent hard sauce (essentially an excuse to eat pure sugar blended with a rich cream).
Here’s a little bit about Six Geese for Monica, including an excerpt and some buy links for you. Thanks again for stopping by today and please come back tomorrow to meet another Twelve Brides author. And, of course, don’t forget to comment for a chance to win the book. I’ll be randomly picking one comment tomorrow.
Six Geese for Monica Blurb:
Seven years ago Monica Stevens left her home town with no intention of returning. Her inability to conceive a child not only devastated her fifteen-year marriage, it made her doubt her appeal as a woman. When her mother has to undergo surgery, she reluctantly agrees to come back and run the Mother Goose Daycare.
Luke Donovan is struggling to balance his career with his duties as a single father to six adopted children. The death of his wife has thrown the adoption of their two youngest sons into limbo. He is further stymied by a dogmatic social worker who questions whether a single parent can adequately care for so many children.
Initially brought together by the children, Monica and Luke quickly surrender to their growing passion. But when she learns about the threatened adoption, Monica wonders if Luke's interest in her is only as a mother to his children. Is history about to repeat itself, or will a Christmas miracle finally give Monica the family she's always dreamed of having?
Six Geese for Monica Excerpt:
“Gotta love the Internet. There’s a music stream for every situation.” He took a step toward her and held out his hand. “Wanna dance?”
Monica allowed the music to move through her as she and Luke danced through Culture Club, Olivia Newton-John’s “Physical,” and Hall and Oates’ “Maneater.” She hadn’t heard this music in years and it brought back feelings of being young and free, and a sense of the wild abandon she’d experienced on the high school dance floor.
The mood shifted as the attic filled with the first strains of “Sailing” by Christopher Cross. That, too, brought back high school memories of those awkward moments when you didn’t know if the boy you were dancing with was willing to slow dance with you or if he was going to abandon you on the dance floor.
Luke didn’t hesitate. He wrapped both arms around her waist as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She reached up to encircle his neck, and rested her head against his chest. She could hear his heart beating, steady and firm. He was steady and firm. He smelled wonderful, a mixture of his woodsy aftershave with the softly sweet scent of the soap used by both him and his children.
He was a good dancer, his moves confident and clear. It was obviously something he’d done a lot of. Jeff hadn’t liked to dance—typical jock—and she’d missed it during their time together—and after. How long since she’d been held on a dance floor? Or not on the dance floor, for that matter?
A good dancer. A good husband. A good father. Why couldn’t she have met Luke, or someone like him, twenty years ago?
I love the premise of you book--especially the 80's references! :) I know you are giving away a copy of your e-book to one lucky commenter below...but here are the links so the rest of my readers can buy a copy of your book:
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I've been a writer all my life but returned to my love of fiction after more than 20 years in the world of corporate communications—although some might argue there is plenty of opportunity for fiction-writing there, too. I have a Master's degree in journalism and an undergraduate degree in psychology. A fan of many genres, I am drawn to contemporary romance and enjoy creating deeply emotional stories with elements of mystery and suspense. 

I live in eastern Ontario (Canada) with my wonderful husband, two fabulous children, a rescued cat, two Siberian Huskies, and assorted aquatic wildlife. You can connect with me through my website at www.BrendaGayle.com, Facebook, Twitter, or Goodreads.

Monday, December 15, 2014

On the 3rd Day of Christmas, "Till the World is Safe for Dreams" arrived from Fleeta Cunningham!


My 3rd Day of Christmas book from the 'Twelve Brides of Christmas' series, just arrived! It's from the fantastic Fleeta Cunningham and it's called "Till the World is Safe for Dreams" and Fleeta herself is a guest on my blog today to talk about her book and do a GIVEAWAY!

Welcome, Fleeta!

Buy Fleeta's book HERE
Thank you so much for hosting me today for the “12 Brides of Christmas” Author Spotlight! My book, “Till the World is Safe for Dreams” is the third stanza of the Twelve Days of Christmas which includes three French hens—and a World War II bride. It’s a sweet story set in the turbulent days of 1942.

For a chance to win a FREE e-copy of “Till the World is Safe for Dreams” comment below with your memory of a Christmas when things just didn’t work out the way you planned. I will be choosing one random comment by 6:00 p.m. Central Time tomorrow, so leave a comment! Thanks again for stopping by, and please leave your comments.


Your blurb and excerpt below sound amazing! I love books set in the 40's. In “Till the World is Safe for Dreams”, you often mention rationing and the shortages the folks at home faced during World War II. How did families manage Christmas with so many staples of holiday cooking rationed?

During the war, everyone faced hard times with ingenuity and ‘make-do’ determination. Women with small children were hard pressed to create a holiday meal for their families. And finding a way for Santa to bring presents to the children was no easy task. Newspaper columns, like the one Kay’s mother writes in the story, offered special recipes, making use of every substitute, so some flavor of the holidays was maintained. Sugar was scarce and so was coffee. But honey and molasses were available so many cake and candy recipes used them to replace sugar. Most homes had a small “Victory Garden”, often converted from a flowerbed to a vegetable patch, and home canning kept meals healthy and colorful. Though meat was rationed, chicken wasn’t, and many a festive meal featured a baked hen as the main course. On Christmas Eve, not many stockings were filled with candy, but an orange was a special treat. Many a little girl was thrilled to have a rag doll, created from the odds and ends from her mother’s scrap bag. Fortunate was the boy who received a homemade set of bow and arrows constructed in Grandpa’s garage.

If you really want to try living on the rations of 1942, here’s a typical week’s provisions for one adult (children would be apportioned half as much):
Weekly ration for 1 adult
·         Bacon & Ham 4 oz
·         Meat to the value of 1 shilling and sixpence (around about 1/2 lb minced beef)
·         Butter 2 oz
·         Cheese 2 oz
·         Margarine 4 oz
·         Cooking fat 4 oz
·         Milk 3 pints
·         Sugar 8 oz
·         Preserves 1 lb every 2 months
·         Tea 2 oz
·         Eggs 1 fresh egg per week
·         Sweets/Candy 12 oz every 4 weeks

You might want to try the cake Kay’s aunt created for Christmas; here’s the recipe.

Sugarless, Eggless Cake
3/4 c. molasses
1/4 c. oil
1 1/4 c. flour
*1 c. corn flour
1 c. milk
4 tsp. baking powder
2 tsp. cinnamon
1/4 tsp. cloves
1 c. raisins
*Grind corn meal until it is fine as flour.

Beat molasses and oil. Add flours and milk, baking powder, cinnamon, salt, and cloves, stirring just until smooth. Add raisins. Pour into loaf pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 60 minutes.

Christmas didn’t work out quite the way Kay and her family expected. Maybe you had one that had an unexpected twist, too. Tell us about it and you might win a copy of “Till the World is Safe for Dreams”. Look forward to hearing from you.

Thanks for stopping by on the 3rd Day of Christmas, Fleeta! I'm so looking forward to reading your book! For my readers, here is an excerpt for “Till the World is Safe for Dreams” as well as some buy links:

A lot of dreams were put on hold when bombs hit Pearl Harbor, including Kay and Jeremy’s wedding plans. Now he’s half a world away, injured, and Kay is hiding her worry about his wounds from her meddlesome grandmother and aunts who disregard the realities of war and are determined to plan a fairytale wedding. Kay is carrying on, spending her days in a war plant, forging bonds with other women who worry and wait. The she hears—Jeremy’s injuries are serious, life threatening. Will he come back? If he does, will he be the same? Will the world ever be safe for dreams?

Book Excerpt
Kay thought of Jeremy, halfway around the world, hurt--who knew how badly--and knew if he were sent home, it would be for something serious. Of course, she wanted him home. Yes, she'd been certain of becoming his wife for two and a half years. And once, an age ago, in a different life, she'd dreamed of coming down the aisle of the family church shimmering in white silk, trailing orange blossoms and tulle. But everybody was making sacrifices, putting personal plans on hold, until the world was again safe for dreams. She wouldn't ask for more than that--that the world was at peace, and everyone's special person was home. Her wedding, and the future she and Jeremy had envisioned, would wait. It had to. "Miss Mary Katherine Abbott?" "Yes, this is she. Who's calling, please?" "Peters, Nolan Peters. I met you at your grandmother's party." "I remember you." Kay's heart beat triple time, her throat tight, as she waited to hear the reason for his call. "Sorry to call so late. Your Jeremy is up against it. The leg has developed a nasty infection, and so far the medicine isn't doing the job. His fever is raging, and he's in a damnable amount of pain. The situation is critical. No way to say this to make it easier. There's a good chance the boy is going to lose that leg. It may come down to the leg or his life." The rest of his message came with a rush. "Better if you hear it from me instead of V-mail. The next forty-eight hours will tell the doctors what they're dealing with. And I'll make sure you know, as soon as there's news."


The Wild Rose Press:


A fifth generation Texan, Fleeta Cunningham has lived in a number of small Texas towns. Drawing on all of them, she created Santa Rita and its inhabitants. After a career as a law librarian for a major Texas law firm, writing a monthly column for a professional newsletter and other legal publications, she returned to her home in Central Texas to write full time. Along the way, she and her mother had a successful wedding design business, numbering celebrity weddings and ‘unique’ events in their twenty-five years of partnership. Fleeta has been writing in one form or another since the age of eight. When she isn't writing, she teaches creative writing classes, serves as the wedding coordinator for her church and keeps house for her feline roommates. Her other musings can be found at www.authorsbymoonlight.com or her website www.fleetacunningham.com. She loves to hear from readers. The Santa Rita Series includes DON'T CALL ME DARLIN', BLACK RAIN RISING, ELOPEMENT FOR ONE, HALF PAST MOURNING, and CRY AGAINST THE WIND. The first book in her new series Confronting Destiny, BAL MASQUE, was released earlier this year. Her story "Help Wanted: WIFE" was named Book of the Month by Long and Short Reviews.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

On the 2nd Day of Christmas...I bought "Late for the Wedding" by Barbara Edwards!


I'm so excited to host the busy, prolific and fabulous Barbara Edwards here today, as she talks about the story she wrote for the 'Twelve Brides of Christmas' series. It's called "Late for the Wedding" and I've already bought my copy!! Can't wait to dive into it! 

Welcome, Barbara! Can you tell us a little about your 2nd Day of Christmas store, "Late for the Wedding?"

Heather Green will do anything to make her twins wedding perfect. Despite an impending noreaster, she sets out with the wedding dress, cake, favors and cake topper in her car. As the snow piles up, her car is wrecked and she barely misses injury in a major accident.Nicholas Burnes would rather be ensconced with his latest cuddle than drive a tow truck, but his brother needs his help. He reluctantly agrees to help Heather find a way to the wedding locale, but when the storm closes the roads, he ends up offering her shelter in his penthouse.Warm and rested at last, Nick and Heather explore their powerful attraction to each other, only to part when he delivers her, on time, to her sisters wedding. But weddings breed weddings

"Late for the Wedding" Excerpt:
She strained to see past the broken windshield. Her throat hurt when she swallowed. Other vehicles lay tangled in a mess, not just the truck and her car. She prayed another car wouldn’t hit her again and inhaled to calm her racing pulse. She finally got the seatbelt lock to release, forced her door open and stood. Her knees shook and she had to hang onto the sagging door for support. She stared around. Headlights glittered like monster eyes. Her vehicle was at the edge of a horrendous multi-car pile-up.
Sirens wailed like lost children. Blinding red and blue lights flashed everywhere as emergency personnel rushed by. Her hands shook as she dragged on her cashmere coat. Time squeezed and expanded like an accordion being played. A fireman asked if she was okay and ran on at her nod.
She brushed moisture from her face and realized she was crying. She pillowed her head on her arm, the roof supporting her as she wept.
“Hey, lady, you okay?” A gentle hand gripped her shoulder.
This time the questioner stopped to listen.
She looked up into scorching blue eyes so bright they could have been a propane flame.  Her skin warmed and her pulse leaped as if it recognized the message in them. They promised heat and comfort and strength like the hand on her shoulder.  He’d pulled his knit hat down over his forehead and his lower face was covered with dark stubble that matched his thick black eyelashes. His hands were splotched with grease and he smelled like oil and fuel fumes. His quilted jacket was stained and patched, his boots wet and cracked, but he exuded strength and caring.
She swallowed. Her mouth was suddenly dry. Another fixer-upper, like her ex, she briefly thought, although with those gorgeous eyes he might be worth the trouble.

It sounds great! I've already bought my copy, but can you give us the links to buy "Late for Christmas" as well as your information, for readers interested in following your writing?



Im Barbara Edwards and a native New Englander. Im a graduate of the University of Hartford with a Masters degree in Public Administration. I write poetry for myself and novels when I need to tell a longer tale. Im fascinated by the past so naturally turned to writing historical romance. The dark paranormal stories evolve from nightmares. The romance comes from my belief in peoples basic goodness and longing for love.
I lived in Florida for several years and am past president of the Central Florida Romance Writers and a member of Romance Writers of America. When I returned to Connecticut, I founded the Charter Oak Romance Writers, a Chapter of Romance Writers of America, along with several close friends 
          
My husband is a retired Police Sergeant. We share an interest Civil War re-enacting and travel the Eastern states to participate in events. I love visiting museums, galleries and battle sites, gathering information for my stories.
    

I taught Romance Writing at Manchester Community college for three years. I’m fond of gardening and growing antique roses with limited success. Most of my exercise is when my Belgian Shepherd, Dixie, demands a walk.

Please follow, friend or like me. I love to hear from my readers.
Amazon Authors Page http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B003F6ZK1A

Saturday, December 13, 2014

On the first day of Christmas...came Jan Romes's story "Big on Christmas"

I'm thrilled to host the first of my fellow "Twelve Brides of Christmas" authors, Jan Romes on my blog for this First Day of Christmas with her new story, "Big on Christmas." Welcome, Jan!

I’m tickled to be here today as part of the “Twelve Brides of Christmas” author’s spotlight! My part of this incredible series was geared around ‘Partridge in a pear tree’, and is titled Big On Christmas! In the opening scene, Cassie says right from the get-go that she’s NOT a partridge in a pear tree kind of girl. From there, the fun begins.
Buy it now on Amazon HERE!

One of things stressed in the story is the annual Wassail Weekend that in reality takes place the first weekend of December in Woodstock, Vermont. I thought I’d share a wassail recipe in case you’d like to make it for your Christmas get-togethers:
Wassail
2 qts. Apple cider
1 ½ c. orange juice
1 Tbsp. brown sugar
½ tsp. lemon juice
2 cinnamon sticks
Pinch of ground cinnamon
Pinch of ground cloves
Pinch of nutmeg
* For wassail with a kick add brandy or rum

Put all ingredients in a slow cooker & cook it until it boils, then simmer it the rest of the day. It will taste delicious and the house will smell yummy too.

Mmmm! That looks amazing! I love that you can do it in your slow cooker, too--that is my favorite kitchen appliance!! Here's Jan's book blurb--I've already bought my copy! I can't wait to read it!!

Born to free-spirited, convention-shucking parents, Cassie Newman thirsts for normal. Leaving L.A. with a secret, she finds herself in Woodstock, VT – a town rich with Christmas tradition. She’s not big on Christmas but Woodstock feels like the perfect fit. Landing a job with Stennett’s Hardware, she tried to forget the world she knew, but Luke Stennett’s small-town charm makes her even more aware of the life she never had.
Luke has his hands full with running the store and caring for his dad. He’s attracted to Cassie but he doesn’t have time for a relationship. Things are starting to go right but he harbors a secret of his own that has the potential to turn everything upside down. Once their secrets are revealed, will it kill the chemistry and send Cassie back to L.A.? Or will she fight for her happiness and stay firmly planted in a place big on Christmas?

Buy links for Big on Christmas:   
The Wild Rose Press link is HERE 



Author Bio: Jan Romes is a hopeless romantic who grew up in northwest Ohio with eight zany siblings. Married to her high school sweetheart for more years than seems possible, she’s also a proud mom, mother-in-law, and grandmother. She likes to read all genres, writes witty contemporary romance, and enjoys gardening and finding new ways to stay fit.


 You can visit Jan at:  www.authorjanromes.com  or on Facebook at  https://www.facebook.com/jan.romes.5 and also on Twitter at https://twitter.com/JanRomes

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

COWBOY SEXY--check out this HOT GIVEAWAY from author Donna Michaels!


Today, I'm thrilled to have the incredible Donna Michaels on my blog today--this multi-published author (with 15 titles out there, and counting) has mastered the art of story-telling to such a degree, she is published in multiple genres--paranormal, western romance, contemporary, time travel...you name it, she's written it!

Hi Donna! I'm so excited to have you today, and I have to say, the cover for COWBOY SEXY immediately drew me in, as well as the hot excerpt! I mean, with a hot cowboy that's also a former Navy SEAL, it's no wonder RT Magazine gave it 4-stars, and it's burning up the charts on Amazon! Can  you tell me the inspiration for the book?

Hi, Dylan, thanks for having me! I love this story. It practically wrote itself. When my editor contacted me about doing a story for their new Honky Tonk Hearts series where the Lonesome Steer Honky Tonk and it’s owner Gus needed to have an appearance in the story, I’d immediately envisioned a hero driving there to pick up a surprise from his deployed twin brother (because I love to write military heroes and cowboys). Then I thought, oh man, wouldn’t it be funny if the twins were in different branches of the service? So Finn became my Navy SEAL and his prankster twin Brett is a deployed Marine...and the ‘surprise’ is also a female Marine. And viola, Cowboy-Sexy and all sorts of fun was born.

Oh, and Alex O’Loughlin’s version of Steve McGarrett on the new Hawaii Five-0 was the inspiration to my former Navy SEAL, Lt Commander Finn Brennan. J (So he’s also the inspiration to the sequel Cowboy Payback—Brett’s story due out next year.)

Ooh, love that title! Okay, next question: what is THE most important thing writers can do for themselves to get an agent/publisher in today's market?
I don’t have an agent, so I can’t give any advice on that subject, but as for publishers, you need to know who you are submitting to and what they are looking for to make sure you’re the perfect fit. You don’t want to submit your historical to a publisher who is looking for contemporaries. You need to know their ‘wants’ are something you can fulfill.

If you could have done anything differently with your writing career so far, what would it be?
 I wish I would’ve realized that my love for writing humor, and my love for writing cowboys and military heroes were actually a good mix. I would’ve started it a few years sooner.

Who are your writing role models, and how have they influenced you?
I didn’t really have a writing role model when I first started, but just a year ago I discovered Jill Shalvis. Yeah, I know, I must’ve been living under a rock. Actually, a writing cave. lol Seriously, though, I love Jill’s books, they are exactly what I love to write so she helps me strive to write better. I want my readers to come away from reading one of my stories, like I do from reading her stories—feeling happy and satisfied and entertained. 

Do you have any upcoming releases? If so, tell us about it!
Yes, the third book in my Harland County Series, HER UNIFORM COWBOY is due out in early December. Kade is a sheriff, part owner of a horse ranch and a First Sergeant in the Texas Army National Guard. He has some lingering issues, but so does my heroine, Brandi. She has a thyroid disease and is a designer, but used to be a violinist in the philharmonic and in the Pennsylvania Army National Guard, which she keeps to herself for a bit. I like to keep my protagonists real with real issues.
HER UNIFORM COWBOY will be FREE for the first three days of release. Please keep an eye on my website to look for the download link.

I love free books! I'll keep an eye out for it. Last question: what's one fact about you that most people don't know? 
That I, in fact, have the very thyroid disease I just gave to my heroine. Hoshimoto Thyroiditis. Most of what she goes through in the story is something I’ve experienced. I hadn’t realized my fatigue and weight gain had to do with my thyroid, so I’m hoping to shed light on the disease and help people get diagnosed so they can get healthy too.

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COWBOY SEXY Blurb:
Finn Brennan was used to his brother playing practical jokes, but this time he’d gone too far--sending him a woman as a ranch hand, and not just a woman, but a Marine.

When Lt. Camilla Walker's CO asks her to help out at his family's dude ranch until he returns from deployment, she never expected to be thrust into a mistaken engagement to his sexy, cowboy twin--a former Navy SEAL who hates the Corps.

The Corps took Finn’s father, his girlfriend and threatened his naval career. He’s worked hard for another shot at getting back to active duty and won’t let his brother’s prank interfere. The last thing he needs is the temptation of a headstrong, unyielding, hot Marine getting in the way.


Excerpt:

“Your…ah…package is in the back. I’ll tell my nephew you’re here,” Gus informed.
The man’s handle-bar mustache twitched as if he swallowed a secret dying to get out. Alarm instantly erased Finn’s doubt. Trouble was on the way. He set his shoulders and watched the owner closely.
Gus leaned into the kitchen pass-through. “Win, Finn’s here for his….ah…package.”
When the owner turned around there was more than the usual twinkle lighting his eyes.
“I’ll tell ya, my brother never sent me anything like this,” the cowboy from the end of the bar informed with a grin.
Another round of snickers echoed through the room. Just what the hell had Brett sent? Couldn’t be a camel; Gus would never keep an animal in the kitchen.
His gaze snapped to his foreman. Did Terry know? The older man sat there, mug half raised, frowning at Gus. No. He was the only one not smiling. In fact, he looked as confused as Finn felt.
“You’re one lucky man,” one of the pool players called out.
“Damn straight,” the other agreed.
“Too bad my daughter wasn’t here.” Gus winked at the woman he’d been talking to earlier.
She nodded and returned his smile. “Yes, Keira would’ve loved to see this.”
“Oh, it’s just like Christmas!” Even the elderly couple was getting in on the action.
Finn turned to find them smiling, delight sparkling in their gazes, easing the lines in their happy faces.
“We can’t wait to see what it is!”
The hinges on the kitchen door creaked behind him, and a second later Terry’s mug hit the bar, sending half his coffee over the edge.
About to ask what was wrong, the words died in Finn’s throat. His foreman’s expression changed from shock to amusement to worry as their gazes met.
Finn stiffened. He knew instinctively he was not going to like whatever Win brought out from the kitchen, and knowing his prankster brother, it could be anything. Silently cursing his twin, he slowly turned around.
Son-of-a…
He blinked, unable to stop his jaw from dropping. His brother had gone too far. Win hadn’t brought anything out. The present walked out on its own.
Standing not ten feet from him was a tall, curvy brunette with a big red bow stuck to her right shoulder. A long braid trailed down the left side of her ample chest and delicate features graced a face worthy of magazine covers. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen...and the very last thing he wanted. Or needed.
The “package” sauntered closer, and his pulse responded with pin point accuracy to each individual sway of her rounded hips. She was model-beautiful, but not exactly model-thin. He noted a full bust, teasing him with a luscious line of cleavage as his gaze followed her white tank top to where it disappeared into a pair of skinny, tan cargo pants lovingly hugging a set of magnificent legs. Damn, the woman was hot.
“Happy birthday, Finn.”
His gut rippled as if punched. Of course she’d have a sexy voice to match. Too bad. He straightened his shoulders and told himself he wasn’t interested. He preferred to get his own dates. He didn’t need his brother’s charity.

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Happily My Ever After,
Dylan