Thursday, January 29, 2015

On Conversations: #paranormal #romance #author Jordan K. Rose

Please join me in welcoming the paranormal romance and urban fantasy author, Jordan K. Rose to Conversations today! Jordan's is here to talk about her new anthology Call Me Valentino: One hero, Different Worlds! So be sure and check out the cover, blurb and excerpt below, and fall in love this Valentine's Day!

Lisa ~
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CALL ME VALENTINO
One hero, Different Worlds


Call Me Valentino - Fall in love this Valentine's Day as USA Today and Amazon Best Selling authors come together to bring you one sexy hero written in five different genres. Call Me Valentino uses the same hero set in five different worlds. Your new book boyfriend is a cowboy, an FBI agent, A Highland Laird, a real estate developer and even a vampire. Which Valentino will be your favorite?


 

THE MATRON by Kirsten Osbourne
Since being widowed, Cassie Morgan had devoted her life to the orphans in the orphanage she'd managed. When a new church took over the orphanage and decided to turn it into a boys' home, she was both frightened and unsure about how she would make things work for the girls. Being told she had to take fifteen young ladies all the way to Texas from New York didn't make her feel better.

Valentino Hayes had spend his entire adult life searching for the younger brother he vaguely remembered. Just after finding a lead that would send him to Fort Worth, he was offered the job of driving a bus full of orphans to Texas. He jumped at the chance, knowing he needed to not only find his brother, but work while he was searching. He didn't plan on Mrs. Morgan's love for the children to turn his head. Could he convince her to travel with him? And how was he going to provide for a wife while he was still searching for his brother?

UNDERCOVERS by Jamie Lee Scott
When FBI agent Valentino "Vin" Jackson's undercover sting operation goes bad, he teams up with Special Agent Ellis Boyd of the DEA, who has some special talents of her own, to take down a drug ring working for the Mexican cartels.

THE BRUTE AND THE BLOGGER by Olivia Gaines
Tino Boehner was up to his ears with Ebony Miller’s pot shots at him on her blog. Just as he was trying to figure out how to turn the tables, fate dumped her in his lap. Seizing the opportunity, he made her an offer she couldn’t refuse; come work by his side for a month.

A month can be a lifetime, or just enough time to make a man want to change his brutish ways.

HIGHLANDER, THE ARCHER by Hildie McQueen
Valent made an oath to protect the McLeod clan after they rescued him as a foundling. However, after years of mistreatments at the Lairds hands, he questions his obligation to uphold his promise.

When a rival clan attacks and kills her brothers, Ariana McLeod's world is turned upside down. That she's fallen in love with the handsome archer, Valent, is a complication and a blessing at once. Amidst battles, revelations and treachery, is it possible to expect their love to triumph?

A VAMPIRE'S PENANCE by Jordan K. Rose
The chain of events set in motion when Rafe Valentino tries to stop his brother from making the stupidest decision of his life borders on deadly. Rafe goes from being one of the most terrifying creatures to walk the earth to requiring around the clock nursing care. As if being physically injured wasn’t enough, the senior member of The Vampire Guard has no choice but to reveal the heinous secret of his past in order to protect nurse Maddie Van Kool from throwing away her life on him.



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Excerpt from A Vampire's Penance from the Call Me Valentino anthology by Jordan K. Rose

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     This certainly was not the first time Maddie Van Kool had seen a naked man. On the contrary. As a nurse at Golden Pastures Nursing Home, she’d seen plenty of naked men. Of course, they’d all been damn close to 100 years old and wrinkly and dangly, but they were men, and she’d had the obligatory peek at their naked bodies while bathing them. You had to look if you were completing a skin assessment. 
     In nursing school there’d been other male patients who’d been on her assignments as she learned the proper care of catheters and surgical preparation and other such procedures that would leave a patient exposed. 
     However, there had not been one, not one that came even remotely close to competing with Raffaele Valentino. Not one. Ever. 
     The mold had certainly been broken when he was made. Six-two, dark hair, gray eyes. Broad shoulders and chest and nice everything else. He was, generally speaking, a sight of true perfection. Though, tonight was clearly not one of those nights. 
     She donned her rubber gloves, ensuring they came up and over the sleeves of her gown, which hung long enough to touch the tops of her rubber boots. Then she checked the gauge on the shower nozzle. 
     “I think it’s ready,” she said from behind her face shield. “I’ll be as gentle as I can.” 
     “Yeah, you do that,” Rafe growled then let out an annoyed sounding sigh. “Let’s get this done.” 
     Seated on the shower chair in the infirmary’s fifteen-foot shower he looked enormous. His muscular frame dwarfed the little plastic seat. Beneath the angry red and festering sores his shoulder muscles rippled. He’d insisted on using the shower chair instead of lying on the specially built table that would allow her to rinse him and turn him without disrupting him too much. He held on to the chair for dear life. 
     Maddie was certain if she bumped him, she’d knock him right out of the seat. 
     Stubborn. That was the second word that came to mind whenever she thought of Rafe.
     The first word was, of course, drop-dead-gorgeous, which, although technically three words always sounded like one when she thought of Rafe. 
     For as long as she’d known him, he’d been stubborn. Maddie wondered what he’d been like as a human. She’d never dared to ask, too afraid he’d tell her to mind her own business. 
     He wasn’t a man of many words, especially not with her. 
     She brought the shower hose up to the back of his head and let the delicate lukewarm water spray his hair. 
     Rafe hissed and jerked away. “Damn it woman! What’s the sprayer set on? Needle pricks?"
     Turning the nozzle away, she apologized. “I’m sorry. It’s only set to mist. It doesn’t get any lighter than this.” 
     The arm rests creaked under his hands, yet, he sat up straight. “Turn it to an even flow. A full flush of water is better than thousands of tiny stings.” He faced forward, head angled down at his feet. “Didn’t they teach you that in nursing school?” 
     “No. We never covered the care of vampires.” 
     “You must have been absent that day.”
     “I never missed a day.” She switched the nozzle to a full flow of water and checked the temperature once more. “And as I recall the class on post-mortem care did not even hint of vampires. We were trained to expect the dead to remain dead.”



Jordan loves vampires. But if you know anything about Jordan, you already know that detail. What you didn't know is that it wasn't long ago she began writing about them.

A few years back Jordan received a copy of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight from her husband as part of her anniversary gift. By the end of that week she'd read the entire series and moved onto Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles. Eight weeks and eighteen vampire books later the idea for her first book, Perpetual Light came to her followed very quickly by Eva Prim.

Jordan is a member of the national Romance Writers of America organization and several chapters.

When she's not writing about one vampire or another Jordan enjoys spending time with her husband, Ken and their lovable Labrador, Dino on the beautiful beaches of New England.

Connect with Jordan:

Website: www.jordankrose.com
Twitter: @jordankrose
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Monday, January 26, 2015

On Conversations: #author M. Lee Prescott

Please join me in welcoming author, M. Lee Prescott to Conversations today! Lee is here to talk about her new contemporary romance, Widow's Island! So be sure and check out the cover, blurb and excerpt below!

Lisa ~
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WIDOW'S ISLAND

Biologist, Ned Fielding leaves the tattered remains of his marriage behind to spend six months on Winward Island, a property shared by SENCA, his land conservation group, and the reclusive, Widow Barlow. Dispatched to the island to study a rare species of carrion beetle, Ned finds himself much more interested in studying the island’s only other human, the beautiful, Addie Barlow, whose screams of terror awaken him in the dead of night.

A hurricane and near drowning throw the island’s two inhabitants together and they begin a smoldering love affair. The locals call the Widow Barlow a witch and enchantress. They claim she murdered her much older husband, the philanthropist, King Barlow, but Ned cannot quite believe the wild tales about the gentle woman he adores.  Enchantress, maybe—with her closest companions, an osprey, dolphin and coyote – but murderess?  Will Ned’s quest for the truth destroy their love and Addie’s heart? 





Excerpt from Widow's Island by M. Lee Prescott

     “You can’t send that nitwit Peterson to do the job. Jesus, Marty! The last census we sent him out on was so fucked up it had to be completely redone.”
     “Then who do you suggest, Phil? Margot’s on Block Island ‘till August and Ray’s wife’d never cut him loose for that long; six months is a long time to be away from the family. That’s why Andy’d be so perfect. No wife, no kids, practically no friends, and…”
     “Forget it. I’ll call Ned. He’s the best person for the job anyway.”
     “Fielding—you gotta be kidding! Penny’d never let him out of his cage for six months!”
     “Penny’s got nothin’ to do with it—they’re separated.”
     “Too bad…I didn’t know. Not that it’s a surprise; mismatched couple of the century, if you ask me. Mrs. Society and Mr. Limpet. Geez, how’d they ever hook up in the first place?”
     “Married when they were kids; baby already on the way. Some people grow up together in those kinda marriages. Some don’t. Anyway, Ned’d be glad of the chance to get away, I’ll bet. It’s been pretty nasty on the home front from what he tells me.”
     “Still under the same roof? Thought you said separated?”
     “He’s lookin’, but they’re still sharing the house. She’s away right now, I think, with orders for him to be gone before she gets back. His family’s house, you know. ‘Bout the only thing he brought to the marriage and Penny wants it. Sickening when you think of all the Pardington millions she has to throw around.”
     “Good old Ned. Penny’s always been a bitch.”
     “Marty, I haven’t got time for this right now,” the older man interrupted, feeling like a traitor for gossiping about his friend’s marriage. “I’ll call Ned and if he can’t go, better start packing. Someone’s gotta be on the Winward Island by the middle of the month. Nicrophorus americanus, if they’re there, will be emerging by then and we want a complete study covering the whole six months till dormancy.”
     “I’ll be in Portsmouth if you need me. Later, Phil.”
     Marty Robinson left his friend to sort through the disheveled mess on his desk. Phil couldn’t remember Ned Fielding’s phone number, didn’t keep a rolodex or an address book, and his blotter, where the number was jotted down, was buried under a mountain of papers. Shifting the pile back and forth several times, he peeked cautiously underneath each corner. As he moved towards the middle of the blotter, he started a landslide of bills, flyers and grant proposals. The pile picked up steam, scooping up an overburdened vertical file in a downward rush. “Shit!” he muttered, watching the last of the papers cascade over the floor, some coming to rest under the water cooler, others floating into an open aquarium. “Sorry Boris,” he said, lunging to remove a stack of Chace Point Bird Sanctuary brochures from the back of a baby snapping turtle, too startled by the sudden onslaught to snap at him.
     Turning back to the desk, he spied Fielding’s number scribbled on the now-emptied blotter. He dialed. Busy. Leaning back, he closed his eyes for several minutes. It had been a hard year for SENCA, the Southeastern Natural Conservation Agency, of which he was president. The whole region was in a recession and state and federal funding had been slashed. The first thing to go had been Phil’s secretary, Edna, who had been with him since the beginning—almost twenty years. They’d been good years, he reflected. He missed Edna. Actually, she’d been ready to retire and he just hadn’t bothered to replace her. He could easily hire part-time help, but he figured he’d save money and besides, he hated to break in a new person and have her poking around in his and Edna’s stuff.
     And SENCA was in better shape than most. They had a generous endowment—lots of folks remembered them in their wills and the money had been invested prudently. King Barlow’s gift alone would keep them in operation for twenty or thirty years. And, in addition to the money, he had bequeathed Winward Island—half of it anyway—to the agency in his will. The island had been the one holding they’d neglected, until now.
     On an unauthorized day trip, a couple of college kids, SENCA volunteers, had discovered what they believed to be Giant Carrion beetles, nicrophorus americanus, on the island. A rare species of burying beetles, nicrophorus americanus had thought to be extinct until their discovery in recent years on Block Island. Now they might also be present on Winward—the importance of this study dictated that he must send a decent researcher. Ned Fielding was overqualified for this type of field study, but the only man within the agency whom Phil trusted to do the job right.
     They hadn’t sent anyone to the island since its acquisition twelve years earlier. It was time to conduct a complete census of the plant and animal life, time to map it out and give the island the attention it deserved. Its location along the Atlantic Flyway alone made it an important, extremely valuable acquisition.
     He tried Fielding again. This time the phone rang four times before Ned picked it up.
     “Ned, hey, it’s Phil.”
     “Hi Phil!”
     “How are things going?”
     “’Bout the same. You know about Penny and me, there’s not much more to say.”
     “It’s been great having your help at Chace Point this spring. Wish we could pay you more, but…”
     “Hey, I’ve enjoyed myself. Ray and I just got the nest platform up on the spit—East Marsh—and we’re lookin’ for a new project.”
     “That’s the reason I’m calling. You got a place to live yet, buddy?”
     “I think I’ve got a place out near Watuppa Pond—friend of a friend. Gonna rent for a while, ‘till I get things straightened out. Why?”
     “Well, if you’re free to get away for awhile, I have a job for you. Winward Island. Ever heard of it?”
     “Yeah, off the coast near Derryville. Barrier Island—we own it, don’t we? SENCA, I mean.”
     “Yup—it’s one of our few undiscovered frontiers. We need a complete census, soil samples, beach study, and surveying. Giant Carrion beetles have been found out there, you know.”
     “No, I didn’t. Wow! After Block Island, that should be…”
     “Let me qualify my statement. Grad students may have found the beetles last summer. They took some pretty amazing photos, no samples though, just pictures. Only there a few hours. Typical. But listen, buddy, if they’re there, we could work with the Block Island people on a recovery plan to bring them back. We need you for that, Ned. What do you say—you game?”
     “Sounds good. How much time you talking about?”
     “At least six months, maybe more.”
     “Phil, I’d love to, but…with the divorce and all, I’m not sure I could get away for that long. Can I get back to you later?”
     “Sure. I can give you a couple of days, but don’t wait too long, buddy. Someone’s gotta be out there by the middle of the month, and I’ll have to get Peterson or Ray if you can’t.”
     “I’ll let you know tomorrow. Thanks Phil.”






M. Lee Prescott is the award-winning author of several dozen books from sizzling romances, suspense-filled, smart mysteries, and heart stopping young adult novels. Her newest contemporary western romance series for adults, Morgan’s Run, debuts in 2015! A lifelong teacher and college professor, her nonfiction titles, published by Heinemann, are well-loved teaching resources. Her current research centers on mindfulness and its impact on readers and writers.

Lee lives in southeastern Massachusetts on a beautiful river, where she canoes, swims, and watches the incredible variety of wildlife passing by. Her passions revolve around family, yoga, meditation, swimming, walking, and of course, writing.

Lee loves to hear from readers. Visit her website www.mleeprescott.com, sign up for her newsletter or drop a line on Facebook (www.facebook.com/M-Lee-Prescott)

Friday, January 23, 2015

On Conversations: #romanticsuspense #author Lisa Marie Rice

Please join me in welcoming the fabulous romantic suspense author, Lisa Marie Rice to Conversations today! Lisa is here to talk about her new Midnight series release, Midnight Promises, perfect for turning up the heat all winter long! So be sure and check out the cover, blurb and excerpt below!

Lisa ~
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MIDNIGHT PROMISES


In their race for the truth, love must prove more powerful than America’s worst enemy…


When a gorgeous, bleeding woman on the run falls into the arms of Sean “Metal” O’Brien, the former SEAL medic knows just what he can do. Heal her. Tend to her. Keep her safe.

What he can’t seem to do is keep his guard up. Something about the haunted, hunted beauty knocks down all his defenses.

Felicity Ward is no stranger to secrets. Raised in the Witness Protection Program, her whole childhood was a lie. But she couldn’t have known that her family’s secrets—secrets she didn’t even know she was keeping—could spark a nuclear war.

And nothing could have prepared her for the tough, sexy warrior who first saves her life and then vows to protect it, no matter what.





Excerpt from Midnight Promises by Lisa Marie Rice

     “No hospital!” she gasped, the tiny spurt of energy coming straight from her terror at the idea of going back to the hospital and being found by her attacker. “Please. He’s after me! He was waiting for me at the airport. He’ll find me in a hospital. I just escaped from one and he—” She coughed, felt fresh blood flow from the wound. “He was there,” she finished weakly.
     Lauren was kneeling down next to her and removed her gloves and took her hand. Lauren’s hand felt warm and vital, too. Felicity stared up at her, at this friend she’d never seen before. That she was a friend was unmistakable. She looked so concerned, so distraught. Her eyes were filled with kindness and sorrow. “Honey—” She stopped, took a deep breath. “Honey, we need to get you to a doctor.”
     Felicity knew that but also knew that medical care would leave a trace her attacker could easily follow. The doctor would save her life, only to have her attacker take it later.
     Felicity let go of the man and reached for Lauren’s warm hand with both of hers. Her hands were slick with sweat and blood but Lauren didn’t seem to notice. She curled her fingers around Felicity’s hands. Felicity gave Lauren’s hand a little shake, looking up into her friend’s pretty face and pleaded with everything in her. “Please,” she whispered hoarsely. “Please. He’ll kill me if he finds me.”


Lisa Marie Rice is eternally 30 years old and will never age. She is tall and willowy and beautiful. Men drop at her feet like ripe pears. She has won every major book prize in the world. She is a black belt with advanced degrees in archaeology, nuclear physics, and Tibetan literature. She is a concert pianist. Did I mention her Nobel Prize? Of course, Lisa Marie Rice is a virtual woman and exists only at the keyboard when writing erotic romance. She disappears when the monitor winks off.

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Friday, January 16, 2015

On Conversations: #romance #author Kathy L Wheeler

Please join me in welcoming romance author, Kathy L Wheeler to Conversations today! Kathy is here to talk about her new series Martini Club 4 Series, and her contribution, Reckless.

Lisa ~
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Amanda McCabe, Alicia Dean, Kathy L Wheeler and Krysta Scott have a unique friendship. Yes, they are all romance writers, and at different stages in their writing careers. But every Friday night, schedules permitting, they meet at the Martini Lounge in Edmond, Oklahoma where they chitchat, plan retreats to get away and for just a general get away. Over a period of time the idea to create a series of stories where the Martini Lounge would serve as a backdrop—well, as writers, that was inevitable. So here we are with our first go at it. Welcome to 1920s New York City where four young women run away from England excited to make their own way in a new world.

All four stories are now available for the pre-order price of **$0.99** until February 26, 2015, the official release.  

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REBELLIOUS
Martini Club 4 Series – The 1920s
Amanda McCabe
 
Can an aristocratic lady melt the cold heart of a Russian gangster?

Lady Jessica Hatton fled her high-society London debutante life for one of investigative journalism in New York—only to be relegated to the fashion pages. Searching for a juicy story leads her to Club 501, the city's most glamorous speakeasy—and its handsome, mysterious owner, Frank Markov. But his past of war and revolution puts their hearts—and their lives—in danger...

Excerpt from REBELLIOUS
 
   “Do you smell that, Meggie?” Jessica Hatton cried as she leaned into the cold, salt spray wind, her t-strap shoes perched on the lowest rung of the ship's railing.  She'd lost her hat, and the short strands of her hair blew into her eyes, but she didn't care.  England was far behind them.  They had escaped.
    “It smells like freedom!” she shouted, and threw up her arms.  It felt like she could fly all the way to America.
    “I only smell old fish,” Meggie said.  “Now come down from there, Jess.  If you tumble into the drink, it will all be over before it even starts.”
    Jessica laughed and shook her head, but she did climb down.  She spun around to see Meggie stretched out on one of the deck chairs, the glossy mink collar of her coat drawn close around her.
    The sky was grey and dismal-looking, the water not as glassy-smooth as when they slid past Ireland yesterday and headed out to open sea.  Several of the passengers had retreated to their cabins, but Jessica couldn't stand staying inside.  Not when there was so much to be seen.
    “It smells like fish and freedom,” Jessica insisted.  “But we can go in now.  Maybe Charlotte and Eliza will want to play some cards or mah-jong.”
    “Finally,” Meggie grumbled as she swung her feet down to the damp deck.  But her smile was broad.  Jessica knew Meggie was loving it all just as much as she was.
 
 

RUINED
Martini Club 4 Series – The 1920s
Alicia Dean
 
She vowed she’d be no man’s doxy, but fate had other plans...

After the Earl of Goodwin attempts to force himself on her, housemaid Eliza Gilbert flees England for New York, hoping to build a better life. But the land of opportunity proves as harsh as the London docks, and she finds herself in a situation more dreadful than the one she escaped.

Former boxer, Vince “The Fist” Taggart dreams of marrying, having a family, and living a quiet, peaceful life. But when a girl he's known since childhood disappears, he heads to New York in search of her and meets Eliza, a woman with a less than honorable reputation. Inexplicably captivated, Vince can’t force himself to stay away, especially when he learns Eliza is the key to finding his missing friend.

Excerpt from RUINED
 
   Eliza lifted her gaze, then looked away when she met his eyes. They were just too…striking, too blue. “I’m afraid you’ll have to speak to Oscar. He handles all my transactions.” She could never have a normal outing with a man. A lump of regret rose in her throat. She turned and started up the stairs.
   Vince caught up to her in a few steps and grabbed her arm, taking the bag from her at the same time. “That was a lousy thing to say.”
   She opened her mouth to accuse him of going around Oscar so he didn’t have to pay. But that was ridiculous. He hadn’t taken what he’d paid for the first time. She lifted a hand and rubbed her forehead. His attention confused her. What was his angle? He didn’t want sex. Did he think she was hiding something about Cynthia and if he spent time with her he could draw it out? “What do you want from me?”
   “A picnic.”

 
 
RECKLESS
Martini Club 4 Series – The 1920s
Kathy L Wheeler

Lady Margaret turned Lady Bootlegger…

Singer Margaret (Meggie) Montley needs money…fast. Her friend is in a dire situation with nowhere to turn. While Meggie is on the brink of stardom, it’s not soon enough to save her friend.

Harry Dempsey is out to avenge the deaths of his father and brother at the hands of a ruthless gangster. But trouble spirals out of control when Meggie Montley shows up the night he meets his nemesis to settle the score. Saving the impetuous woman from a crime lord might be easier than saving her from her own reckless behavior.
Excerpt from RECKLESS
 
   Meggie launched herself from her hiding place and threw her arms about Harry’s neck. Locked in his muscular embrace, she rested her chin on his shoulder. His arms tightened around her. “Oh, Harry. I came as fast as I could. Just as we’d planned.” The words, she’d intended to carry, came out breathless.
   “Fast, huh?” The whisper was against her ear where no one else could hear, raised goose prickles over her entire body. “Guess I’ll have to do something about that.” He lifted his head. “What are you doing with my girl, Joe?”
   Joey’s hands flew into the air, indicating his surrender. “Sorry, Dempsey. Had no idea she was anyone’s quiff—”
   Meggie’s cheeks burned, and she stiffened at the insult. Harry’s one arm gripped her closer. The other shot up, jerking her body like a rag doll. She couldn’t see Harry’s face with her own now buried in his neck, but she felt the corded muscles contract.  

 
 

RUNAWAY
Martini Club 4 Series – The 1920s
Krysta Scott

Can she prove her innocence before more than her dreams are destroyed?

After escaping an arranged marriage, Lady Charlotte Leighton lands on a new shore, determined to realize her dream of opening her own bakery. But her plans are shattered when her former fiancé follows her to New York. Now, she finds herself in a fight for her freedom.

Haunted by a string of failures, Detective Felix Noble is determined to solve his latest case. But his efforts to find a murderer are jeopardized by a forbidden attraction to his number one suspect. While he’s certain Charlotte Leighton is keeping secrets, instinct tells him she’s not the murderess he first believed.
 
Excerpt from RUNAWAY
 
   Long thin fingers curled around a glass and lifted it from the tray. Charli followed the direction of the drink. Derrick Chaunce, or as the local duffs referred to him, “Slick”, grinned, exposing yellowed teeth.
   “You … You…” Her throat closed. The rest of her diatribe wouldn’t budge.
   He winked. His thin hair slicked back in the latest fashion exaggerated the gaunt cheekbones and sunken eyes, tinging him with an unhealthy, dilapidated look. He gulped the whiskey. A bit of the amber liquid escaped through the gap in his teeth and down his chin. Her stomach lurched.
   “Thank you, sweet cakes. Put it on my tab.” He skulked off.
   Charli whirled around. How did the bounder get past Tiny? Ira fumed about customers who ran up a high tab without reconciling at the end of the night. Now she would have to explain yet another charge added to Slick’s mounting debt. She sighed and rolled her eyes to the heavens. The customer was always right. Even when they were wrong. 

 
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Amanda McCabe wrote her first romance at the age of sixteen--a vast historical epic starring all her friends as the characters, written secretly during algebra class (and her parents wondered why math was not her strongest subject...)

She's never since used algebra, but her books have been nominated for many awards, including the RITA Award, the Romantic Times BOOK Reviews Reviewers' Choice Award, the Booksellers Best, the National Readers Choice Award, and the Holt Medallion.  She lives in Oklahoma with a menagerie of two cats, a Pug, and a very bossy miniature Poodle, along with far too many books.

When not writing or reading, she loves taking dance classes, collecting cheesy travel souvenirs, and watching the Food Network--even though she doesn't cook.


Alicia Dean lives in Edmond, Oklahoma. She has three grown children and a huge network of supportive friends and family. She writes mostly contemporary suspense and paranormal, but has also written in other genres, including a few vintage historicals.

Other than reading and writing, her passions are Elvis Presley, MLB, NFL (she usually works in a mention of one or all three into her stories) and watching her favorite televisions shows like Vampire Diaries, Justified, Sons of Anarchy, Haven, The Mindy Project, and Dexter (even though it has sadly ended, she will forever be a fan). Some of her favorite authors are Michael Connelly, Dennis Lehane, Lee Child, Lisa Gardner, Sharon Sala, Jordan Dane, Ridley Pearson, Joseph Finder, and Jonathan Kellerman…to name a few.


Kathy L Wheeler (also known as Kae Elle Wheeler) writes both Contemporary and Historical Romance. She was born in Presque Isle, Maine.  How she ended up in Texas, then Oklahoma is as much a mystery to her as anyone. She graduated from the University of Central Oklahoma with a BA in Management Information Systems and a minor in Vocal Music.

She is published through The Wild Rose Press. She loves to travel.  Ports of call include a three week stint in Europe covering Madrid, Barcelona, Avignon, Paris, Koln, Amsterdam and London.  Other exciting places she’s visited are Grand Cayman, Puerta Vallerta, Mexico, Vancouver, Canada, and roaming from one romance writing conference to another nationwide.  You may have met her in Seattle, Dallas, San Francisco, San Diego, New York or Atlanta.  She is a member of the Oklahoma RWA Chapter, Dara, and The Beau Monde. Kathy lives with her musically talented husband in Edmond, Oklahoma. They have one grown daughter and one bossy cat, Carly!


Krysta Scott is a family law attorney in her false life. After years of writing and winning contests, she is now taking the plunge into publishing. A fan of sci-fi and dark stories surrounding people in crisis, she also enjoys way too much TV including Vampire Diaries, Breaking Bad, and Sherlock. Runaway is her breakout story.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

On Conversations: #bestselling #author Debra Salonen

Please join me in welcoming bestselling author, Debra Salonen to Conversations today! Debra is here to talk about her new release, Montana Darling, Book 3 in the Big Sky Mavericks series. So be sure and check out the cover, blurb and excerpt below!

Lisa ~
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MONTANA DARLING

Mia Zabrinski's lost enough--

Her marriage. Her job. Her body image. Mia beat cancer and is ready to rebuild her life in her hometown of Marietta, Montana. Literally. Her first order of business is to build a house on the ten-acre parcel she was awarded in her divorce settlement. And she's damned if she'll let some stranger camp on her land and claim squatter's rights. So, maybe, he's not a squatter. The high-end bike and camera hint at more. Plus, he's hot, gorgeous and smart, but that doesn't make him less of a threat--especially when he has the audacity to claim the land is his. Look out, darlin', Nitro is back and prepared to prove what the other Big Sky Mavericks always knew: small packages can pack a big punch.

Ryker Bensen doesn't have much--

And that suits him fine. Less than a year ago, he had everything: a beautiful girlfriend, a baby on the way, a career that earned him fame and a very comfortable living...until he didn't. Grief sent him to ground, and his favorite ground growing up was a ten-acre patch along side the Marietta River where he camped every summer - land held in trust until his thirtieth birthday, a few weeks away. When a beautiful spitfire named Mia Zabrinski shows up and orders him off what she says is her land, Ryker realizes she might be the spark he needed to jumpstart his interest in living again.





Excerpt from Montana Darling by Debra Salonen

      They waddled quite gracelessly through the wet yard to the patio, which provided enough protection for Ryker to shake out the umbrella and stash it in a dry corner. He pulled a key from his pocket. “Side door,” he said, drawing her with him. “The slider is very sticky.”
       Mia had been to Bailey’s workshop several times, but never at night. They kicked off their shoes and boots on a wide woven mat. “My socks are wet.”
       “Mine, too. We can dry them on the register in my room.”
       His hand was warm and comforting. “Want some tea or cocoa? Won’t be as good as Sage Carrigan’s.”
       She squeezed his fingers. “Nothing right now.”
       Was that signal clear enough? She wanted something that had nothing to do with food. She wanted him, God help her. She even brought along a couple of the condoms she bought in Bozeman the last time she was there. Not for fear of pregnancy, but because she hadn’t taken him up on his offer of a doctor’s report.
       Her lack of female plumbing was another reason why this fling with Ryker could never go any further than a little temporary fun. He wasn’t even thirty. He’d want children at some point. He deserved a family of his own. She wasn’t the right woman for him…long-term, but for tonight? She wasn’t a sex fiend, but she felt fairly confident they’d both enjoy what was about to happen.
       “What’s it like living in a jewelry store?” she asked as they passed the new showroom.
       He shrugged. “Ask me in a week. When I was doing school pictures, I left in the morning before the ladies got here and they were gone by the time I got back.” He paused, his smile a bit mischievous. “But they’re really nice. They think I’m too thin so they leave plates of goodies for me. One of the ladies–I don’t know which–makes the best brownies on the planet. Do you want one?”
       She did. “I cut sugar out of my diet because somebody told me or I read somewhere that sugar feeds cancer cells.”
       He pulled her close. “But you got rid of the cancer cells.”
       “I did, didn’t I?” What was her excuse for cutting pleasure from her diet? As a punishment for getting sick in the first place? “Okay. Give me a brownie.”
       His smile triggered something silly, bright and magical inside her. She applauded when he danced like some crazy hipster down the hallway to the kitchen. He was a young Tom Cruise in white socks and blue jeans, with a mop of curls and laughing eyes.
       He returned a second later in serious waiter mode–a yellow plate resting on his uplifted hand. “Madam,” he said with a phony French accent. “If you weel follow me. Your table..or should I say…bed…is waiting.”
       Bed. The b-word. God, I’m really going to do this, aren’t I?
       His bow was her answer. Tonight was about having fun.
       Exactly what he made her want to feel again. Ryker Bensen was the right man to remind her she was still alive.



Winner of Romantic Times Reviewer's Career Achievement "Series Storyteller of the Year" award in 2006, Debra Salonen's 26 titles for Harlequin Publishing have sold more than 2.3 million copies, worldwide.

A six-time nominee for RT's Best Superromance of the Year award, UNTIL HE MET RACHEL (May 2010), took home that honor with Debra's most unlikely hero and never-say-die heroine.

Montana comes alive with bold heroes and modern heroines in Debra's Big Sky Mavericks series from Tule Publishing:
 

MONTANA COWGIRL - "Cowgirl, you can go home--and love--again."
MONTANA COWBOY - "He's nobody's cowboy until his new neighbor rocks his world." MONTANA DARLING - "Her land. His tent. And this is Montana, where property disputes can lead to a range war...or love."
MONTANA MAVERICK - "A lone wolf PhD rescues a rancher--and gains a life."
HER FOREVER GIFT (a FREE holiday novella) - "The system failed him, but she never would."

Readers and reviewers of Debra's romance novels say:


"No one writes drama like Debra Salonen." ~Huntress Reviews

"Great chemistry, great one liners and a sexy cowboy!" ~C. Arcidiacono

"This novel had everything, family drama, love, a little bit of sexy and a lot of heart." ~gertyp

"...one of the most heartfelt novels I've ever read." ~Kaitie Campbell

"Debra Salonen pens a bittersweet love story with a fresh storyline and a love that stays with you long after the book is over." ~Tami Sutton, The Best Reviews

For something naughty and wildly irreverent, try JUDY UNCENSORED, which features a 54-year-old, self-proclaimed "trailer trash" heroine, with spin-off holiday novella JUDY DOES CHRISTMAS. "Laugh-out-loud funny, poignant and just plain fabulous!" ~JMaxwell, Amazon review
 

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Monday, December 15, 2014

On Conversations: #author Victoria M. Johnson

Please join me in welcoming author and film maker, Victoria M. Johnson to Conversations today! Victoria is here to talk about her new novella, Hot Hawaiian Christmas. So be sure and check out the cover, blurb and excerpt below!

Lisa ~
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HOT HAWAIIAN CHRISTMAS

It's Christmas in Hawaii, but Lindsay Clark's vacation turns out to be anything but relaxing. With her uncle absent, she finds herself managing the hotel—a task at which she's normally very successful. However, Lindsay's life is turned upside down by the unfamiliar environment, Christmas festivities, and a very tempting guest—Chandler Lewis. He's the honorary Santa for the Kona Christmas parade and has a great life back home in California. Romance is the last thing on his mind. But when he meets Lindsay, he begins to wonder if life could be sweeter in Hawaii.

Hot Hawaiian Christmas is a novella length ebook.





Excerpt from Hot Hawaiian Christmas by Victoria M. Johnson

     Lindsay Clark stepped out of the taxi as the hotel and its surroundings took her breath away. Her uncle's Inn on the Beach sat right at the edge of the ocean in Kona, Hawaii. The waves crashed into the lava rock wall and splashed several feet high before rolling back into the sea.
     "Is there anything else?" the cab driver asked.
     Lindsay realized he had already planted her luggage at the hotel's doorstep. "Oh, just a moment." She dug in her purse for his tip. "Thank you."
     "Have a nice stay, miss," he said as he slipped into his cab.
     She pulled out the keys her uncle had overnighted to her and unlocked the door of her aunt and uncle's new hotel. Inside she found quaint Polynesian decor in the reception lobby and beyond that a spacious sitting room and a tiki bar. In every room expansive windows exposed a spectacular view of the Pacific Ocean and to the right, downtown Kailua-Kona. Lindsay exhaled and already began to feel herself unwinding.
     This place is perfect, she thought. Guests will love staying here. She spotted the staircase and decided she'd better find her room and unpack while things were quiet.  Before she reached her bags, the telephone on the desk rang. Lindsay leaped at it to prevent it from ruining the serene ambience of the lobby.
     "Inn on the Beach, Lindsay speaking. How may I help you?"
     "Hello, this is Ginger Applegate. I need to speak to whomever is in charge."
     "Aloha, Ms. Applegate. That would be me."
     "My reservation starts tomorrow, but my daughter and I need to come in tonight. If we wait until tomorrow, we might be stranded at the airport."
     Lindsay did her best not to panic. The hotel hadn't been stocked with food yet. She didn't know if the bedding had been placed on the beds or if there was bedding on the premises at all. And she didn't know when the hotel staff was coming on duty.
     "Hello?" an impatient voice blared in her ear.
     "Yes, of course we can accommodate you early. What time will you and your daughter arrive?"
     The woman let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you. Our plane will depart in thirty minutes—I've been calling you for over two hours—we expect to land in five hours, and then there's the cab ride."
     "I apologize for the phone. It's fixed now. It sounds like you'll arrive in time for dinner. Have a pleasant flight, and we'll have your room ready."
     "Rooms. We have two rooms reserved."
     "Yes, that's right. Aloha."
     After she disconnected the call, Lindsay decided to get things in order and familiarize herself with the hotel. She hurried past the sitting room to find the dining room and then the kitchen. Just as she suspected, the refrigerator and cupboards had no food in them. Beyond the kitchen she found a laundry area, closet, bathroom, and elevator. Then she was back in the lobby. She'd gone in a circle. She headed back through the sitting area to the tiki bar. A glance behind the counter revealed that at least the bar was well-stocked.
     Lindsay rushed to the reception desk and flicked on the computer to check all the reservations. Before the computer powered up, the telephone rang again. Glancing at the phone Lindsay noticed that 14 messages were waiting on the answering machine.
     "Inn on the Beach, Lindsay speaking. How may I help you?"
     "A person, finally!" an exasperated female voice said. "What kind of hotel are you operating where no one answers the phone or returns calls?"
     "I apologize. I'm the manager, Lindsay Clark. How may I help you?"
     "Well, where's the real manager, Mr. Clark?"
     "He is unavailable, but I assure you, I am the real manager."
     "I am Mr. Chandler Lewis' assistant. I want to go over the checklist to be sure everything will be ready for his arrival tomorrow afternoon."
     Lindsay inwardly groaned. Her uncle had made it clear that Chandler Lewis was the priority guest. He had a checklist in the computer—which had finally powered on—but she hadn't seen it yet. "One moment please, while I retrieve the checklist. What is your name?" Lindsay asked, trying to stall while she glanced at the list.
     "I'm Ana Garcia," she said. "Any changes, any issues, any requests go through me."
     Lindsay recognized the attitude of a pushy assistant who liked to exert the power of their employer on others. That coupled with the absurd checklist confirmed her suspicions. What man required 200% Egyptian cotton sheets and that they be ironed?
     "Ana, I have the checklist in front of me, and everything is in order and will be ready for tomorrow."
     "Are you sure you don't have any questions? Mr. Lewis is very particular and demanding."
     "We have it covered. He will have a wonderful Christmas in Kona."
     "Well... if you think you need help... I could fly down there too...."
     "No. That won't be necessary," Lindsay said, wondering if Ana had purposely made the checklist particular and demanding so that she would be needed.
     "Well, let me give you my cell number in case you have questions." Ana recited her number, and her tone changed from pushy to helpful.
     Lindsay did not reciprocate with her cell. She had a feeling Ana would be calling every day as it was. "Aloha."
     A truck pulled up the driveway and dropped off a grocery delivery. Lindsay knew that had to be her aunt's idea, and she silently thanked her as she put everything away in cupboards and the refrigerator.
     Just as Lindsay listened to the last non-urgent message on the answering machine, her cell phone rang.
     "Uncle Ray, how is Auntie Louisa?"
     "She's going to be fine; however, doctors confirmed she broke her leg. They don't want her to be moved for two weeks."
     "Poor auntie. Is she comfortable at least?" Lindsay asked.
     "She's miserable. She doesn't like lying in bed all day. And she's worried about you."
     "I've opened hotels before. I have everything under control," Lindsay lied. "Everything will be perfect for your guests."
     "We both appreciate you spending your Christmas vacation there. What are the odds? I finally convince you to take time off, and then we have to put you to work."
     "Don't worry about it. You just help Auntie Louisa heal and I'll hold down the fort. I do have some questions though." Lindsay had a dozen questions, but some were more pressing than others.
     "Remember Chandler Lewis needs to have his best hotel stay ever, or I'll have everyone in Kona upset with me, including the mayor," Uncle Ray said. "Maybe even the governor. I won't be able to golf anymore, and Aunt Louisa will be spurned from her circles."
     Lindsay laughed. "Okay. I get it. But I thought he was just the honorary Santa for the Christmas Day parade."
     "Just! They don't pick 'just anybody' to be Santa!"
     "Sorry. Of course not. I promise you he will have his best stay ever." She didn't get the hoopla over the man. He was just a regular business executive—a start-up entrepreneur. She'd dealt with plenty of them at her uncle's hotel she managed in Silicon Valley.
     "Thank you, dear. We know everyone's in good hands."
     After the call ended, Lindsay took a deep breath. Her uncle hadn't hired a bartender or chef because those were duties he and Auntie Louisa enjoyed doing themselves. They had only employed a groundskeeper and housekeeper and an on-call maintenance company. At least Uncle Ray would make the calls to ensure the housekeeper arrived in the morning. Even so, Lindsay felt this temporary assignment would be a relaxing walk in the park compared to her demanding job back home. In a way, she was on a vacation, she thought.
     Lindsay grabbed her suitcase and tossed it in her room. She'd unpack later. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and got busy making up the beds and stocking toiletries and linens in the bathrooms for tonight's guests. She mentally made a list of items to buy. The lobby and rooms all needed holiday decorations. That was something her aunt and uncle intended to do before their ski trip in Switzerland turned into a disaster. They were due in Hawaii two days ago, which would have offered plenty of time to put the finishing touches on their cozy hotel's grand opening. Now it was up to her. Tasks that Lindsay loved doing—shopping and decorating for Christmas.
     Lindsay had reached Manu Halapeli, the groundskeeper, and he agreed to help put up the lights once she purchased them. He gave her advice on how many strings of lights to buy for the exterior, and she estimated for the interior. Ninety minutes later she arrived back at the inn with her aunt's minivan stuffed with lights, wreaths, several red and green foil-wrapped poinsettia plants with big red bows, ornaments, and a spool of shiny gold ribbon. Manu, a lean Hawaiian man of about fifty years old, greeted her.
     "Hi Manu. We're cutting it close. Why don't we put up the interior lights today and the exterior tomorrow?"
     "Sounds like a good plan," he said with a smile. "I'll unload the van and grab my ladder."
     Lindsay had already grabbed a large box filled with packages of lights. "I'll help unload," she said, heading toward the entrance before he could take her box.
     They worked diligently. An hour later Lindsay stepped back and admired their handiwork. "You are a pleasure to work with, Manu. We got so much done." She rubbed her neck.
     "You are a work horse, just as your uncle mentioned."
     "What else did my uncle say?" Lindsay held up a wreath over the electric fireplace mantle in the sitting room.
     "Not to try to stop you or slow you down because that was impossible."
     Lindsay paused. "What? That's not true. I stop sometimes."
     Manu laughed. "I've yet to see you stop. Didn't you have a five-hour flight this morning from California? Have you eaten anything?"
     Suddenly her stomach growled, preventing her from denying her hunger. "I'll eat after the guests arrive and get settled."
     "Would you like me to hang the wreath?"
     "Yes, please. I think these rooms look wonderfully festive." They had managed to hang lights in the three main guest areas. She still needed to purchase a tree. "And can you hang a wreath on the front door, too?"
     "Yes, ma'am."
     With the wreaths the lobby was beginning to smell like Christmas. She found the spool of the gold lame ribbon she'd purchased.  She planned to unravel it on the mantel. "With the candles lit, this ribbon will really shine."
     "Very nice," Manu said.
     "I need to do more with the tiki bar," she said. "The existing lights are inviting, but it needs a holiday touch."
     "Hmm... maybe a garland of surfing Santas?"
     "Wait, what?" She laughed.
     "You haven't seen a surfing Santa? This time of year, you will see Santas everywhere, even surfing."
     "I can't wait to see that. I was thinking of poinsettias."
     "Poinsettias are nice."
     Lindsay skirted around the rooms, dropping off poinsettias here and there. "I want one in each guest room, too."
     "Guests will like that," Manu said, closing up the ladder. "Do you need anything else, ma'am?"
     "Oh, please call me Lindsay. I could not have done this without you."
     "I will come by in the morning to finish the outside lights. You have my cell if you need anything."
     "I truly appreciate all your help. Mahalo."
     "You're welcome." Manu closed the door behind him.
     Lindsay locked the door, grabbed two poinsettias, and zipped up the stairs to take a soothing hot shower. If the Applegates' flight was on time, she didn't have much time. She deposited one plant on the dresser in each of the guest rooms.
     Minutes later she stood naked under the pulsating spray of the shower. She would have preferred to stay in longer but turned off the water after rinsing the soap off her body and washing her hair.
     Wrapped in a towel, she finally opened her suitcase. Some of her clothes were wrinkled; some would be fine after being hung up. She selected a floral skirt and white blouse, then slipped on sandals. Using the towel to dry her hair, Lindsay thought about dinner. If the women wanted to eat out, she would provide suggestions. If they wanted to eat in, Lindsay would cook something for them. As she thought about menu options she blow-dried her hair. She took a few minutes to unpack, then headed downstairs to unlock the door and check the flight status of the Applegate women.



Victoria M. Johnson knew by the time she was ten that she wanted to be a writer.  She loves telling stories and she's happiest when creating new characters and new plots.  Avalon Books and Montlake Romance published Victoria's fiction debut, The Doctor’s Dilemma, (A 2012 Bookseller’s Best double finalist).  Her other fiction book is a collection of romance short stories titled, The Substitute Bride. She is also the writer and director of four short films.

Visit Victoria's website at victoriamjohnson.com for inspiration and tips and connect with her on Pinterest, Twitter and Facebook



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