I'm so excited to have Rebecca Royce stopping by today to share her latest release in her Warrior series. I'm a huge fan of Rebecca's books and have read almost all of her books and think of her as a big inspiration for my own writing journey. Besides sharing her book, Rebecca is also talking about her favorite school memory. She will be awarding a $50 Amazon GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour and a digital copy of Initiation: The Warrior Book 1 to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Readers are encouraged to follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: http://www.goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/05/virtual-book-tour-subversive-warrior.html
My School Memory: I was never invited to sit at the popular
table or to hang out with the cool, good-looking kids. I don’t think I was very pretty in high school and even if my mother had let me wear the fashionable clothes, I probably wouldn’t have looked very good in them. I was so not cool in high school.
But, I wasn’t alone because I made friends with the theater crowd. Not that I was an actress. I’d never have had the confidence (then or now) to put myself in front of people. Eek. The thought. I did however get involved in theater because I became the stage manager of the shows.
I could be behind the scenes and still involved. It was great. I think my favorite memories of high school are from those shows. How about you? What was your favorite or least favorite memory of high school?
Subversive: The Warrior Book 3
by Rebecca Royce
Rachel Clancy has been through a lot. She’s been sent to fight vampires, lost two boyfriends—one to a vampire and one because of his daddy issues—and now she is trying to lead a secret revolution that could change Genesis, her home, forever.
Her confidence is shot, her hands are shaking, and she hasn’t felt a real emotion, except for anger, in a long time.
But Rachel should never be counted out. She sees things others can’t, even if her ideas are considered downright traitorous. There is an important life for Rachel to lead in the world, even if its filed with vampires and werewolves instead of romance and flowers. Rachel has always had to fight, she’s good at it, and the evil that has stalked her hasn’t forgotten her name.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
As a teenager, Rebecca Royce would hide in her room to read her favorite romance
novels when she was supposed to be doing her homework. She hopes, these days, that her parents think it was well worth it.
Rebecca is the mother of three adorable boys and is fortunate to be married to her best friend. They live in northern New Jersey and try not to freeze too badly during the winter months.
She's in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and tries to use all of these elements in her writing. She's been told she's a little bloodthirsty so
she hopes that when you read her work you'll enjoy the action packed ride that
always ends in romance. Rebecca loves to write series because she loves to see characters develop over time and it always makes her happy to see her favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.
In Rebecca Royce's world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.
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Current and Upcoming Works
Love Beyond Time
Love Beyond Sanity
Love Beyond Loyalty
Love Beyond Sight
Darkest Wolf (coming soon.)
Screwing the Superhero
Banging the Superhero
Behind The Scenes
Return to the Sea
One Night With A Wolf
Light Me Up
I’ll Be Mated For Christmas
Don't forget that Rebecca will be giving away a $50 Amazon GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour and a digital copy of Initiation: The Warrior Book 1 to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Readers are encouraged to follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: http://www.goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/05/virtual-book-tour-subversive-warrior.html
At Sunset by Tamaria Sona
Two women, Myrtle Beach, sexy lifeguards—what more could a girl ask for?
Kimberly doesn't believe she could attract the handsome lifeguard sitting on the stand keeping a keen eye on the beach patrons.
Muscular, lean and sexy, surely he's not looking at her, but when a beach accident brings them eye-to-eye, she finds herself lost in his gaze.
Daniel works everyday watching the beach-goers, keeping an eagle eye out for problems along the white sandy shores. Sexy women capture his attention on a daily basis, but no one grabs him like Kimberly. Gorgeous and curvy in all the right places, he can't seem to keep his mind on the business at hand as she tans herself in the hot summer sun.
Can the pain of past relationships be overcome for two strangers to find love at Sunset?
Kim sat up after about an hour to grab the water bottle out of her bag. She looked around and noticed the lifeguard glancing in their direction. Obviously, he was looking at Amber. No one ever noticed her when Amber was around. Amber was drop-dead gorgeous, with a killer body, and Kim thought of herself as just an average looking girl. She was five foot three with light brown wavy hair, hazel eyes, and a small frame. She felt that her breasts were too small, and she hated that her body didn't really have many curves. At twenty years old, she wished her
body was more shapely. Out of the corner of her eye she watched the beautiful blond lifeguard scan the crowd as she pulled her hair up into a bun.
“Amber, I think that blond lifeguard over there likes you. He keeps looking over here,” Kim said, as she nudged her friend out of her sleepy state.
“Who? What? Where?” Amber replied, looking around as she sat up.
“Over there.” Kim pointed just as he turned his head and caught her pointing at him. She ducked her head and blushed in
“Um, Kim, I think the hot lifeguard likes you,” Amber
“I...I don't think so. No one's ever interested in
“Kim, stop it. You’re beautiful. For some reason you’ve never understood that.”
Kim shook her head. Amber just didn’t understand because she was beautiful and men noticed her all of the time.“There is no way he would be interested in me. Just look at him. He could have any girl here.”
“Yes, he could, but he seems to have his eyes on you.”
Kim was happy when Amber dropped the subject. She adjusted herself on the blanket and closed her eyes. Images of the blond lifeguard fluttered through her mind. She sighed as she pushed all thoughts of him away. Guys like him never went for girls like her. Kim couldn’t settle her mind down and get comfortable; she
needed to get away from what was causing her to feel so flustered.
“I’m hungry and I think I’m beached out for the day,” Amber stated as she sat up.
“Me too. Let’s call it a day and get something to eat. Maybe we can play miniature golf tonight or something.”
As Kim and Amber were packing up, Amber poked her.
“What the hell, Amber? That hurt.”
“Look! Mister hot, blond lifeguard guy is watching you. You should go talk to him.”
“Have you lost your mind?”
“You need to live a little and take some chances.’
“You’re impossible. I hope he’s working tomorrow, because you need to meet him.”
“Why? We live states away from each other. Even if he was interested, why bother?”
“Oh Kim, you’re so in need of a hot summer fling. When was the last time you got—”
Kim was seething. She loved Amber but the girl never knew when to stop pushing. Amber looked at her and just shook her head.
“You know the best way to get over a guy is to get under another,” Amber said for the umpteenth time as they headed toward the rental car.
“Really Amber, your advice to me is to get laid? So having sex with some random guy will magically heal my heart and make forget about Michael?” Kim snapped.
“I’m sorry. I’m only trying to help.”
“I know, and I love you for it. Just back off.”
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Tamaria Soana is middle aged, but just feels her life has begun. She writes sexy contemporary romance stories that always end with a‘happily ever after’. Growing up she loved to read and make up new places in her head to escape to. In her late teens she began writing short stories and poetry; it wasn’t until her late thirties before she began to spin a full story. She’s married and a stay-at-home-mom of two beautiful young girls, they reside in Western New York. Cuddling up with a good book under an electric throw is her way to escape the cold Buffalo nights. Besides writing, she co-owns Shades of Rose Marketing and Shades of Rose YA Marketing, also hosts a talk show on Talkshoe called Live with Tamaria ~ Giving authors a voice.
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Finding a new home has never been so dangerous.
Andromeda has spent all seventeen years of her life aboard a
deep space transport vessel destined for a paradise planet. Her safe cocoon is about to break open as Paradise 21 looms only one month away, and she must take the aptitude tests to determine her role on the new world and her computer
assigned lifemate. As a great-granddaughter of the Commander of the ship, she wants to live up to her family name. But, her forbidden love for her childhood friend, Sirius, distracts her and she fails the tests. The results place her in a menial role in the new colony and pair her with Corvus, “the oaf”.
But when Andromeda steps foot on Paradise 21, her predestined future is the least of her worries. Alien ghosts from a failed colonization warn her of a deadly threat to her colony. And when Sirius's ship crashes on the far ridge in an attempt to investigate, she journeys to rescue him with Corvus.
Andromeda now must convince the authorities of the imminent
danger to protect her new home. What she didn't expect was a battle of her own feelings for Sirius and Corvus.
Can she save the colony and discover her true love?
Author Bio: Aubrie Dionne writes science fiction fantasy with romantic
elements. Her writings have appeared in Mindflights, Niteblade, Silver Blade,
Emerald Tales, Hazard Cat, Moon Drenched Fables, A Fly in Amber, and Aurora Wolf. Her books are published by Inkspell Publishing, Entangled Publishing, Lyrical Press, and Gypsy Shadow Publishing. She’s also a professional flutist in New England.
Please visit her website: www.authoraubrie.com
Giveaway!– Open for US and UK only.
We have a very cool keyring as a giveaway. :)
Little Red Riding Hood?
Boy, they got that all wrong.
She was hot, you know, what a looker-
Not at all little, nicely rounded.
And she had hair to match that temper
like the sun, all fiery and golden.
After looking at her,
I never even noticed
a basket of goodies.
She walked in the woods everyday
with that wiggle and bounce in her step,
Trying to get my attention.
But I was too busy
with my work, and couldn’t
stop for her.
One day last week, maybe Tuesday?
She gave me that smile, you know the one.
And asked for my help picking
flowers for her sick Grandma.
Just the thought of her sick Grandma,
I had to help.
Then it happened-
As we were picking flowers,
She laid her cape on the grass-
She was all over me
like a treat to a starving man.
She was like an animal.
But when her boyfriend,
the Big Bad Hunter saw us,
She freaked- And blamed me.
She called me a Wolf
and said that I was after her basket of goodies.
So that’s the story, officer.
I’m innocent, not an animal
It’s girls like her who give
Fairy Tales a bad name.
Seven vertically challenged,
(albeit one has narcolepsy) men
looking for a maid/housekeeper.
She must be willing to put up
with different personalities
(one is kind of grumpy),
and a lack of modern conveniences.
Ideally, she should whistle while she works
and love nature.
Pay in the form of jewels is negotiable.
Ladies looking for Prince Charming,
with family squabbles,
or apple allergies- NEED NOT APPLY
I'm excited to share a new friend with you. Sophie is a wonderful author with a fun sense of humor! Just read her responses to my questions! I hope you will enjoy her books as much as I do.
Hello Sophie and thank you for visiting today. Tell us a little about yourself.
I live in Texas with my husband and several saltwater fish.
I am the mother of two grown children – one of whom gets married next summer! In addition to my writing, I do have a fulltime job in accounting and human resources management. When I’m not working, I enjoy reading, movies, hanging out with family & friends, and watching my two favorite TV shows – The Voice and Once Upon a Time.
Thanks! It sounds like you have an interesting life. Now on to some personal questions.
If you could go back in time to when you were seven years old,
what wisdom or advice would you pass on to yourself?
Spend a lot of time with your father and tell him you love him every day. My father drowned in a fishing accident when I was 21. I’ve often thought “if I could have just one more
I sympathize. I'm always wishing for another moment with my mom. For what are you grateful?
My family, our good health, our good jobs, our safe community, and our freedoms as Americans.
If a zombie virus took over the world, how many days do you think you could last before you were infected? And what would you do to postpone the inevitable?
My son and his friends once mapped out a plan for the possibility of zombies taking over the world. I wasn’t in on the meeting, but I’m going wherever they’re going. :) My husband and son are good survivoralists so I would imagine we would be
one of the last to be infected. We picked up a lot of good ideas from Will Smith in I Am Legend so, we’re in the game. Plus, I come from a family of medical people, so I will have them hard at work coming up with an antidote. We will not go down without a fight!
Isn't it funny that our children have plans for this actually happening? My family likes to be prepared and take that seriously. What’s your favorite thing to do to relax?
Read! I wish I had more time to read. If I am totally brain dead, I will watch a movie.
Let’s find out a little bit about you as an author. Did you always want to be an author?
No actually, I didn’t. Writing never occurred to me until my brother published an article in an automotive magazine. I had won numerous writing awards throughout middle school and high school, but never considered writing professionally.
What authors had an impact on you growing up and as an adult?
I didn’t read much growing up – I was into sports so the only
reading I did was for school. I started reading for enjoyment when a librarian introduced me to Harlequin romances in high school. After that, I carried one with me daily. The author that has had the most impact on my writing is Alicia Rasley. She has a way of teaching craft that gets through this thick, blonde skull like a surgeon’s knife.
Do you have any “must haves”with you while you’re writing?
A drink - usually Vitamin water or iced tea. Cinnamon pita chips are a must when I’m writing all day long. My Thor flash drive is a must for backups. :)
Do you have a common theme or item that appears in each of your books?
My books tend to focus more on the hero’s POV than the
heroine’s. Don’t ask me why. My heroes are always alphas, and they curse a lot. :)
What have you learned the most from being in the writing business?
~Working your tail off doesn’t guarantee success.
~You cannot put a tight deadline on creativity and imagination.
It needs room to breathe.
~Really great authors get rejected every day. Grow thick skin and believe in yourself.
As a child, my heroine, Tarin, is deeply affected by her mother’s death. Her mother’s deathbed advice creates a woman in Tarin that is beyond her time. She is a titled woman destined to move women beyond the constraints of 1848 American society. A woman determined to have it all despite what her noble father, or society in general,
says is proper. But she has an uphill battle ahead of her and she cannot afford to be distracted from her goals.
In comes my smokin’ hot hero, Rafe Sutherland, the rebel son of a local shipper, who has returned home after ten years away. Rafe’s time spent serving in the Texas Rangers makes him unlike any other man in Boston. His outlook on life and
women’s place in society is curiously different - so are the circumstances behind his father’s death. But, he has scars of his own –both inside and out – and cannot allow himself to fall for any woman, much less a woman as beautiful as Tarin.
Yet, despite the odds that seem to mount as their love grows, the couple has an ally in Tarin’s mother, who has a big heavenly goal of her own.
How did you decide on your story plot?
The inspiration for the book was the last of my children moving out of the house. I realized they were all grown up and I questioned whether I had given them everything they needed to have a happy, fulfilling life. I wanted them each to have jobs that they loved, to marry a spouse they really loved, and to just be happy. You will see the emotions behind that train of thought in the prologue of my book.
As for the plot, it literally developed before my eyes through historical fact. I wanted my heroine, Tarin, to be a doctor, but women were not allowed to be doctors in 1848 America. After
researching how women got started in medicine, I had an external GMC, and historical facts to back it up, for my heroine.
As for my hero, Rafe, the Mexican American war happened to end the year the first female medical college was opened.
He is a Texas Ranger returned home to Boston after barely surviving the war. Again, historical facts helped create his history and GMC, and miraculously, the two stories meshed well together. I call it divine intervention. :)
Do you have a favorite scene? Why?
Yes, the ball and subsequent garden scene are my favorites. The banter between Tarin and Rafe in the ballroom makes me laugh. She is being stubborn about accepting his offer of courtship and he has had it with waiting. He eventually
gets her out to the garden where they make up for time away from each other - if you get my drift. The garden scene is very touching and romantic, whereas the ball is more active and
direct. But all of my scenes are heavy with emotion.
Let our readers know how they can get a hold of you…
Of course! My website has the latest news:
http://www.sophiegreyson.com You can also connect with me on Facebook and Twitter at: http://www.facebook.com/sophiegreysontx
Is there anything else that you want to share… feel free!!
I will have a romantic comedy out later this year called Flirting
for Dim-Wits. It involves cowboys, a runaway virgin princess and really bad pickup lines. I have had so much fun writing it. Check back with me soon for the release date!
Thanks so much for having me here today!
Thank you Sophie. Your latest release sounds like another great story! I hope everyone checks out Heaven Scent!
Today I'm excited to have Nara Malone visit today to share her hot story Blind Heat as well as her favorite vacation. Nara will be awarding a digital copy of The Tiger's Tale, first in the Pantherian Passions series, and a $10 Ellora's Cave GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour, and a GC to purchase a video game targeted for female gamers written by Nara Malone with Orchid Games, Spirit Walkers: Curse of the Cypress Witch to a second randomly drawn commenter. If you would like to increase your chances to win, follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chance of winning. The tour dates can be found here:
My Time Travel Vacation
The thing I miss most about the summers of my childhood is living outdoors. I recall days spent on my bike, from sunrise to sunset, riding the roads with siblings and friends.
Every year, about this time, I get that hunger for the road in
the early morning when I step in the yard and catch the scent of cut grass in the air, hear the birds singing. It reminds me to hit the internet and track down an application for one of my favorite vacations—The Great Peanut Tour. It’s a weekend bike tour through peanut country along the Virginia and North Carolina border. For me, it’s a journey into all the best things about being a kid in summer.
It starts at Cattail Creek on a Friday evening. I join a caravan of trucks and cars, with bicycles on roofs and racks and trailers, files in. The sounds of setting up camp fill the air. Laughter, interspersed with muttered curses. The clatter of aluminum tent poles and thunk of mallets pounding plastic stakes. Families talk around campfires late into the night, but I’ve been there enough times to know, that by Saturday night the air will carry a different tune-- a silence broken only by heavy snores and the occasional hoot from a great owl.
I wake to morning chill instead of the blare of alarm clock. Crawl from my sleeping bag and follow my nose, searching out hot chocolate in the murky light of dawn. Breakfast preparations are underway in the mess tent. Someone plunks sport bottles full of maple syrup on each table. Empty platters are filling with
piles of steaming pancakes and sausage. Fuel for the long day
The morning glories are open and soaking up rays when we hit the trafficless roads of farm country. Bees buzz among the wild
flowers in roadside ditches. Peanut fields to the left of me, cotton to the right, and there I am, coasting back into a time when all I had ahead of me was day to explore and all I had behind me was a faithful dog willing to follow me into any adventure. I collecting friends from houses I passed, the stories spun and jokes played rerun as the miles tick by unnoticed.
There are stops on this trip too. Designated rest stops where women arrange food on picnic tables. Men man jugs of Gatorade, sweet tea, and top off sport bottles with ice-cold water. Every couple of miles someone wants to feed me. Their mantra, “Have another.”, brings to mind the long-ago mothers
and grandmothers who worried we were all too skinny.
The food is served up straight from the past. Tomatoes, still warm from the sundrenched garden, slathered in mayo, sandwiched between slices of white Wonder bread. Here in peanut country the peanut butter, and the grape jelly that goes with it, is dished up from canning jars with handwritten labels.
A few miles more and it’s the watermelon pickle stop, a few miles after that warm and gooey chocolate chip cookies, and waiting at the very end of the twenty miles I’ll log that day--peach ice cream. That’s how they keep me going, as the
day heats up and sweat slicks my body, the lure of sun-ripe peaches floating in ice cream still soft from the churn.
Some riders do the tour for the fitness challenge, powering
through century and half century rides. Some tour for a better mile time, bent low over handle bars as they pedal, leaning in at impossible angles as they whoosh around curves. Some come for the food, plotting routes that will take them by all their favorite treats as they ride.
Me, I sign up for a trip back in time. I return to being young enough to fritter away an entire day on my bike. I shiver with the thrill of cooling off under lawn sprinklers after the ride. I come to relive that good sore—a happy, tired-to-the-bone feeling I get at the end of well-wasted day. And yeah, I’m there for the marshmallows roasted over the campfire as the moon rises.
Allie is determined to build an ordinary life. To survive, she needs to be the sort of woman no one notices. She has a generic job, lives in a generic apartment, and
thinks maybe one day she’ll find an ordinary Joe who wants an average Jane sort of woman.
Marcus is anything but an ordinary Joe. Even if humans don’t know he’s a shifter and millennial being, he’s the sort of man women notice. A night of passion spent with Marcus is a night any female, human or Pantherian, won’t forget.
But Allie does forget. She repeatedly fails to recognize him even after an intense sexual encounter. Marcus discovers the source of her problem—face blindness, a genetic disorder with no cure. And he decides to use erotic rituals to teach her to see with more than her eyes. What he doesn’t count on is Allie seeing past the man—and recognizing the beast within.
Marcus ran his thumbs over rain-studded skin at the edge of her bra. He needed to reel himself in. He’d been trying for the last few hours to keep the inner beast leashed. He’d only meant to come close enough to touch her dreams, thinking then her guard might be down.
Few humans had the skill to shield their thoughts from him as
completely as Allie. But it hadn’t been hard to track her down a few days after she’d taken Hella. She had routines he could set his watch by. It hadn’t been long before she was back in the park for another run and he’d followed her home. But Hella wasn’t in Allie’s apartment, nor had he managed to get any information regarding Hella in repeated visits to Allie’s office. Numerous suggestions and influences hadn’t penetrated Allie’s mental blockade.
The erotic suggestions he’d sent winging into her dreams had
penetrated, stirred her needs, but it had opened no more than her body to him. A body soft, yielding. Her excitement evident to his Pantherian senses. The quick beat of her heart, the welcoming scent of female ready for a male. A firm tug at the zipper on her running bra accomplished nothing, so he did away with that impediment in the same way he’d dispensed with the shirt.
The soft sound she made in her throat was so mew-like he was tempted to toss her over his shoulder, head back to his truck and keep her. Unfortunately, he was fairly certain that practice had been outlawed in this country a couple of centuries ago.
Sex at dawn in a public park probably wasn’t legal either.
There were only so many laws he was willing to follow.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Like the heroine, Allie, in Blind Heat, Nara is face blind and lived with the condition not knowing there was a medical explanation for her inability
to remember faces. It’s a rare and only recently publicized condition. She hopes Blind Heat will help get the word out about face blindness.
Nara lives on a small farm in the shadow of the Blue Ridge Mountains. When she's not writing, she loves to run, hike, bike, and kayak. Every story she tells incorporates her love of animals, nature, and adventure.
Blogs:www.NaraMalone.com– author blog
www.Therianverse.com--blog containing interactive content for her books from two series that include therian shapeshifters –Patherian Passions, and Passions Portal. www.PassionsPortal.com--interactive website for Shadowling Manor , the setting for the multi-author paranormal series.
Nara_malone on Twitter
Nara.malone on Facebook
The interactive world Nara built for Blind Heat is here--http://therianverse.com/naras-worlds/
Book video for Blind Heat: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-wpM6up41c
Don't forget to leave a comment for a chance to win digital copy of The Tiger's Tale, first in the Pantherian Passions series, and a $10 Ellora's Cave GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour, and a GC to purchase a video game targeted for female gamers written by Nara Malone with Orchid Games, Spirit Walkers: Curse of the Cypress Witch to a second randomly drawn commenter.
I'm excited to welcome award winning author Charlotte Blackwell to visit. She is the author of the Embrace Series. I hope you enjoy her visit as much as I did!
Hello and welcome to my blog. I’m so excited to have you here today. I know that the readers are looking forward to learning more about you. Please tell us a little about yourself.
Well I have been a stay at home mother to three amazing children for almost seven years now. Prior to that I worked as a practical nurse in the special care nursery and loved my job, but I loved my family more and they needed me. After so long at home I felt there was more out there for me. My oldest daughter had encourged me to read and I fell in love with it. Soon after I decided to try my hand at writing more than just a journal or my feelings and The Embrace Series was born.
Now onto some fun questions! If you could change one thing about our world, what would it be and why?
Poverty. It breaks my heart to see so many people struggling to make ends meet or not being able to feed their families while others have so much. I’m not saying people shouldn’t be rich if they work hard for what they have, but I think everyone deserves a home, food, hot water, medical and all the basics.
If you knew the exact date of your death down to the minute, what would you change about your life starting tomorrow?
I don’t know how much I would change. I really do love my life. I would appreciate my husband not working away from home so that my kids and I could spend more time with him.
When was the last time you felt alive? I mean really alive!
Every night when I tuck my kids in and in the morning when they wake up with so much to learn and live for. Also watching my kids perform in front of others that get enjoyment from watching them. Knowing that I have brought such amazing humans into the world.
When was the last time you helped someone that was desperately in need? What did you do? Was this person grateful?
I always try to help others in anyway I can. Sometimes it is a ear to listen, a hug, a meal, even a few cents to the kid in line at the store that is short. I believe every little bit helps and something so same can make someone elses day.
What television sitcom is most like your family? Why?
Two Broke Girls. I have been hooked from the first line and laugh at every episode. They are like most working people and get in to some pretty funny situations.
What’s your favorite thing to do to relax?
A hot bath with my e-reader.
Let’s find out a little bit about you as an author. Did you always want to be an author?
Never even dreamt it was possible.
What authors had an impact on you growing up and as an
As a kid I loved Hans Christan Anderson. Heidi was my fave. As an adult, Rhonda Brynes ( I could have the spelling wrong) the author of the secret. Although I wasn’t much of a reader until about four years ago. Now I just like anything entertaining.
Do you have any “must haves” with you while you’re
I enjoying having music or the TV in the background, but it isn’[t really a must have.
Do you have a common theme or item that appears in each of your books?
The stop you in your tracks, never ending love that everyoone dreams of.
What have you learned the most from being in the writing business?
I’ve learned to be tough. This is a difficult business and not everyone is going to like you or your work. You have to do it for yourself and no one else. I think that works for a lot of things in life.
Tell us about your latest release:
Everlasting Embrace (book 4 of the Embrace Series)
Sophia Pierce has walked the earth for over a century. She’s struggled, but finally found meaning to her existence. She found love, friendship and an amazing family. Now with the love of her life by her side, Sophia feels strong enough to conquer anything. Even raising a baby, born as his mother died at the hands of the Cerberus, evil Vampires. Sophia helps her best friend deal with the loss of her husband and raising their daughter. Stronger than ever, Sophia isn’t prepared for everything she’s about to learn.
Good versus evil seems like a pretty easy concept, but that’s not always true. When an Angel hunter comes for Nathanial’s friend Ben a Nephilim, Sophia and the Pierce family vow to protect him. Ben finds safety in the new Supernatural school created by the Pierce family, their shape shifter allies and the
Magnificent Ones. With Caspian’s at the head of the school, things are bound to get exciting.
Everlasting Embrace will take you on an exciting journey, of danger, love and life. When one love leaves, can another be found? Can that love return to you once they left? Sophia Pierce will learn the answers to this and so much more as she helps the ones she loves heal.
How did you decide on your story plot?
I’ve always loved the paranormal, vampires and witches. I decided to give it a try. I wanted to do YA because my eldest daughter is a teen. Most of all I wanted important messages
with in the story. So I tried to base it on real life, with a paranormal twist. Other than that I just sat down and wrote.
How did you choose your characters names and location for your story?
Lots and lots of research. Some characters names have meaning to me, others are based on populars names from the time. Locations are all relevent to the story and based on weeks
of researching the area.
Do you have a favorite scene? Why?
I have several from each book. Although if I had to choose one …Book 3 Mystic Embrace, there is a scene when Ebony is in the hospital. This scene is written directly from my life and means so much to me.
Do you have a character that you identify with? Who and why?
Sophia and Ebony mostly. Both these characters have similar personality’s to me in different times of my life.
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Summer is a time of fun and family. The Secret Cravings family is hosting a scavenger hunt. Each of the authors has hidden a summer photo on their page. Each blog has their own prize but if you can find and match all the photos, you are elidgable to win the big prize on the Secret Cravings blog.
Here is the link to the list of blogs participating and the information on the photos: http://secretcravingspublishing.blogspot.com/
How can you win? Keep a list of all the pictures and send one email to email@example.com with ALL the
answers. DO NOT have them post the answer/picture in the comment section of any of the blogs-this allows for other people to see and not search (or shall we say cheat).
My photo is of a beach scene which shows love. If you would like to win an ebook copy of my sizzling f/f love story, Beach Desires, leave a comment below about your favorite summer activity. I will choose one random person who leaves a comment to win an ebook copy of Beach Desires.
Just make sure to leave a comment with a valid email addy- but if you leave the picture/scavenger hunt location you will be eliminated. Again here is the link to the contest page. http://secretcravingspublishing.blogspot.com/
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Please visit as many SCP authors' blogs as you can for more chances to win individual prizes as well as the Kindle Fire being offered by Secret Cravings Publishing.
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The contest ends on Sunday night at mightnight. Winners and main prizes will be announced on Tuesday, July 24, 2012 here and on Secret Cravings facebook fan page.
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Can a summer fling last a lifetime? Stacey Wilder escapes to the beach for a
much needed vacation and meets a woman who tempts her passion. But Stacey hid her desires growing up because small town Catholic girls don’t fall in love with other women.
Mandy Kenzie is a Southern girl who also dealt with discrimination growing up over her choice of lovers. When she meets Stacey, sparks fly and passion ignites. But will their beach fling become a forever match or just a vacation affair?
Can Stacey and Mandy make their long distance relationship work? Or will they let the prejudices of their upbringing ruin their chance at happiness?
I'm so excited to share with you Michel Prince's latest steamy book. Luckily I can call her a frriend but also she is an amazing author. Her first book has been meet with rave reviews and if this excerpt is any indication, this book will be an award winner as well.
“You’re back,” I said with too much of a lilt. God, I sounded like a groupie trying to pretend I wasn’t.
“Yes. Do you need anything?” Nye asked.
“Besides my freedom?”
Nye just stared at me.
“Right…food, water, bathroom,” I started a list.
“The commode is through that door. What are you hungry for?”
“What do you have?”
“Pretty much everything.”
“Fine, then how about a half dozen chicken flautas with some guacamole and a cerveza, por favor.”
“Tap or bottle?”
“Bottle,” I replied sheepishly.
“Domestic or imported? Though, considering your condition I wouldn’t choose alcohol.”
“You have a pineapple Juarito?”
“You really have flautas and Juaritos?” I asked, amazed he’d have my favorite drink.
“Yes, and what kind of guac do you want? Lots of peppers and onions? Tomatoes?”
“Fine. You need help to the commode?”
Commode, what is he ninety?
“No, I should be fine.”
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, knowing I’d have to put most of my weight on my left leg warily I stood up. Knowledge of my weakness could not prepare me for the reality of it. I crumpled to the floor as if I were a knight who’d just lost his head on the battlefield.
Embarrassed I laid there hoping by some miracle Nye hadn’t seen me. His large boots were right by my eyes and I looked up as he was crouching to help. Our eyes locked and I was just a breath away from his lips. Mine puckered as his pulled in and I inhaled deeply to hold back the urge to explore his mouth with my tongue.
His hands were warm again against my body and I wondered why they weren’t warm like body heat. They were just warm. He lifted me to the bathroom, leaning me against the sink, and then brought me a cane from the bedroom.
“Here, see if this helps.”
I leaned on the cane bracing myself shifting my weight back and forth until I felt comfortable.
“Look, it may take me a little bit to get your food for you. If you want, take a bath. There’s a robe on the back of the door and I can try to scrounge up some clothes for you. Yours have to be feeling…”
“Nasty, yes, they are, thanks. I’m a size two, if you find anything.”
Nye left and I spied the huge Jacuzzi. I looked around for something to wash with and found rose water bath bubbles and three types of soaps in a closet. I ran the water in the Jacuzzi and dripped the rose water bath bubbles under the Koehler farmer’s spigot.
I pulled off the shorts and underwear that appeared to be glued to my body. I slid my lower body into the water, which was just a few degrees below scalding, the way I liked it. My muscles started to loosen as the heat ate into them.
Pulling off my tank top, followed by my bra, I slid the rest of the way into the water and sighed. I was loving every second of the feeling. Sure, I was a hostage, but it wasn’t all that bad. Nye was gorgeous and obviously not interested in me. He can just be a fantasy. What woman doesn’t have the fantasy? Okay, so this was going too far. This was how I got where I was.
The bubbles covered my chest. The smell of roses filled my nose as I fell asleep in the warm water.
“Kiri,” Nye said softly.
My eyes fluttered as I saw the dark figure I was growing accustomed to.
“Thank you,” I smiled.
I hoped he wouldn’t turn away, but he did. Why did he have to hate me, I thought. Screw this. I wanted him. I love that he calls me Kiri. No one ever did that. I love that his hands changed temperature and he seemed ashamed of it. I love that his eyes were jet black, but still sparkled.
“I’m going to need your help,” I said quickly.
“I won’t be able to stand up to dry myself. I don’t mean to make you nervous, but I need your help. Or send that woman in here, but I’d prefer you.”
My heart raced. Kiri’s. Body. Naked! And she wanted me to dry her. Help her dress. What was she up to? Did she think I’d let her go if she was naked in front of me? She did offer for D to help her. But I didn’t want anyone with her. Only me.
It was not like there weren’t windows from the evaporated bubbles showing her soft, sun-kissed skin under the water. I could see the tan line from where her bathing suit had covered her. The light pink skin was even more alluring then the tanned.
But it was her eyes. She wasn’t questioning herself. She wanted me to do this. No. I must be dreaming. Oh well, if it’s a dream, I might as well finish it out, I thought.
How long had it been since I had a wet dream? Decades would be an understatement.
“Yes, you. Either that or I drain the tub and freeze while I try to dry myself in the wet tub, then get dressed while maneuvering a cane. Not as appealing as you holding me up and rubbing me down.”
Holy. Crap. Yep. I fell asleep while I was cooking. Makes a heck of a lot more sense than this.
My breath caught as my hand slipped in the water, brushed her leg, then drained the tub. I snatched for the towel on the shelf. Her smile confirmed I was dreaming. I reached for her, feeling the silkiness of wet skin. I started growing the instant I touched her.
I pulled her up with one arm and wrapped a towel around her with the other. Her body fell onto me and I lost my balance, and we fell to the floor.
“Smooth one, slick,” she giggled. “Now what are you gonna do to me?”
The giggles made her body shake on top of me. With her face right above mine, it would only take the slightest movement for me to kiss her. She licked her lips and I couldn’t take it anymore. I rolled over and trapped her underneath me.
Kiri might have been trapped underneath, but I felt more trapped by my feelings. I wanted to taste her lips, then work my way down her body. That towel wasn’t enough to stop the urges building. I could feel my hardness pressing against her. Her leg slipped to the side and I fell between her legs.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. My lips were on hers and she hungrily tugged the back of my head and held me tight to her. My fingers fumbled at my belt and then my zipper. She released me, a look of desire burning in her eyes.
Kiri’s neck was as soft as I had imagined as I kissed it lightly. She extended it to give me full access. I licked her from the crook of her neck up to her ear.
The towel dropped to the ground and I pulled back to see all the glory of her body. Never in my life had I wanted anyone more. The soft, peach-size mounds on her chest called to me. I felt as if I was diving in a pool of warm water as I went for them. My lips surrounded one, sucked the sweet tender skin. Moans escaped her lips as I eased down my pants.
“Please. Please, Nye.”
“Yes. Yes, I will Kiri. Anything.”
“It’s freezing. You’re freezing me.”
“No, I’m hot. You have me burning.”
“Ahhh no. I’m going to catch pneumonia.”
I opened my eyes to see I was nowhere near her chest. The towel was still in place. I hadn’t kissed her. I hadn’t started with her. And she hadn’t begged me to take her. I jumped up and hit the counter, then slid to the floor. I looked down to see my pants were in place. The erection was still there, but it was locked safely away behind my zipper.
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Protecting His Wolfe will have an excerpt there! If you haven't read it yet, you should check out this excerpt for a snipet of the story that is wowing readers!
Betsie Wolfe was a small town girl who left her cozy little life for a job in the big city, but she never expected to become a witness to a murder or face vicious threats. Detective Jonah Pigg was immediately attracted to Betsie’s lavender eyes and small frame huddled in the gray wool blanket when he arrived on the scene of the murder. When threats on her life begin, he takes her into his home under the protection of the three Pigg’s who own the Pigg Agency. It will take all his detective work to keep her safe from the killer. Passion has a way of igniting when people are under stressful situations and lust leads Betsie and Jonah into each other’s arms. But is their relationship only a matter of desire or is it something more?
The world is about to be cloaked in darkness.
Only one can stop the night.
Kellen St. James has spent his entire life being overlooked as an unwanted, ordinary, slightly geeky kid. That is until a beautiful girl, one who has haunted his dreams for the past eleven years of his life, shows up spinning tales of a prophecy. Not just any old prophecy either, but one in which Kellen plays a key role.
Suddenly, Kellen finds himself on the run through a Celtic
underworld of faeries and demons, angels and gods, not to mention a really ticked off pack of hellhounds, all in order to save the world from darkness. But will they make it in time?
About The Author:
Stephanie Keyes was born in Mt. Lebanon, Pennsylvania and has worked for the past twelve years as a corporate educator and curriculum designer in the Telecommunications industry. She holds a Master's degree in Education with a specialization in Instructional Technology from Duquesne University and a B.S. in Management Information Systems from Robert Morris
University. She is a classically trained clarinetist, but also plays the saxophone and sings. When she's not writing, she is a wife to a wonderfully supportive husband and mother to two little boys whom she cites as her inspiration for all things writing. The Star Child is Mrs. Keyes' debut novel.
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I am so lucky to have Deb Peterson visiting with me today. I've read her book Shadow of the Witte Wieven and couldn't put it down. Her main character Aliyana Rosa Montijo was exactly the type of kick-butt woman that I wish I was. As an undercover DEA agent, she was willing to put her life on the line for her country. Not too many people are given that opportunity and Aliyana didn't think twice about it. In addition, Deb Peterson's story has a great paranormal storyline where ghosts and the Bermuda Triangle are a face of life. So when I had a chance to interview her...well, you could say I jumped at the opportunity!
What’s your favorite thing to do to relax? Pull up a rocking chair under the shade of our big, old tree, look out at the pastures filled with horses, and visit with family and friends.
If you could go back in time to when you were seven years old, what wisdom or advice would you pass on to yourself? Get over the shyness already…
For what are you grateful? Have a seat, it’s a long list!
First and foremost, I am grateful for my family, for their unconditional love and support. I am grateful for this beautiful nation in which I live and for the freedoms we enjoy. I am also very grateful for those who defend it. (I LOVE our veterans). And, of course, I am grateful for the opportunity to write the stories bouncing around inside my head and seeing them published.
At what age were you the happiest? What triggered such joy? I have had “happiest moments” at every stage of my life. I had a wonderful childhood filled with unique adventures many kids don’t ever get to have. Covering all of those would be a book in intself. Of course, nothing compares to meeting the love of my life, getting married and together raising five exceptional kids. The birth of each is recorded as a “happiest moment” in
my life. And now the grandkids are coming. I have three, beautiful, unparalelled bundles of joy that bring an abundance of laughter and sunshine into my life…need I say more?
Now about you as an author…
Did anyone in your life influence you or encouraged you to be a writer? (teacher, family member, friend) My main supporter and personal cheering squad is my husband. I began writing books years ago without much success. I did have a few “positive” rejections that praised and encouraged. But then, after finding out my youngest child was dyslexic, I decided to put the writing on hold so that I could homeschool her instead of placing her in special ed (the school district’s answer to the problem… yeah, no thanks.) Then once she started college, (she’s brilliant, by the way), my husband nudged me back into writing.
What is your favorite aspect of writing? Allowing my imagination to invent… I love coming up with all of the intricacies and the twists and turns of the plot.
Your least favorite? Editing… I am forever missing something important and marketing isn’t too high on my list either…
What aspect of writing would you most like to improve on?
I can’t think of a single aspect that I wouldn’t want to impove
upon. I strive to make each of my books better than the last.
Do you have any “must haves” with you while you’re writing? I “must have” instrumental music. All different kinds, to fit all different scenes in the book. I don’t think I could write without it.
What have you learned the most from being in the writing
Despite a contract on her head, lone Drug Enforcement Agent, Aliyana Montijo must ferret out a mole and stop the assassination of top DEA officials, as so ordered by the Colombian drug lord she seeks to take down. The task is a
daunting one, for there is no one she can trust. No one that is, until she encounters a most unlikely ally.
Former seventeenth century captain of the Dutch West Indies Company, Wolfaert Dircksen Van Ness, now from a parallel
dimension, encounters the beautiful agent during an unearthly storm in the Bermuda triangle. Drawn to the Spanish beauty he rescues, he pledges his assistance, despite her reluctance to accept either his help or his heart.
Can Wolf bridge both space and time to claim the woman he loves?
She took a deep breath, cleared her throat, and said, “All right, I think I’m ready to hear it now.”
“Hear it?” asked Wolf as he raised a brow.
“Your explanation to all of—this,” she said as her hand swept across the totality of her environment.
Wolf shrugged, clasped his hands together, and leaned forward. “I can’t see where there is much need for an explanation. You crashed into the sea and in an effort to avoid my ship, compounded the problem by slamming into one of the many rocks the lighthouse is meant to divert you from.”
Aliyana held his gaze--and her silence--for several long moments giving him ample opportunity to continue. When he didn’t comply, she sighed in resignation, nodded her head, and swung her legs off the bed. The action garnered his instant attention and he leaped to his feet in order to assist her. She held both hands in front of her chest to halt his progress, turned her head, and leaned away from his arms despite the wave of dizziness that assailed her. “I can do this by myself, without any assistance from you, thank you very much.”
“Don’t be absurd, Aliyana,” Wolf countered. “You can’t even hold yourself steady while seated.”
“Then perhaps the doctor or a member of your crew can help me instead,” she replied through clenched teeth. “Because, right now, I really don’t want you to touch me. Therefore, would you be so kind as to call one of them for me or shall I holler one of the names out myself?”
Wolf let loose with an exasperated sigh, shook his head, and while looking heavenward, muttered, “Temperamental wench!”
Her mouth dropped as she drew in a deep breath. Before she had chance to make a retort of her own, he swooped her up into his arms, shifted her weight a little more comfortably, then caught and held her gaze. “Do you want to use the facilities or do you need to throw up again?”
She lifted a brow in disdain. “Again?” she asked as her temper rose even higher. So much for the charm, she had assigned him earlier. “But you just said I didn’t throw up!”
“Are you going to answer the question, or are you not?” he quipped, ignoring her comment altogether.
“Ooh! Tu' eres el hombre más exasperante que he tenido la
desgracia de conocer!” she huffed as she folded her arms and slammed them hard against her chest.
“Sorry?” His eyes danced with sudden merriment, while his lips
twitched in amusement. “I didn’t quite catch all that!”
In response to his mirth, she once again clenched her teeth. She could feel her cheeks flame as she jerked a pointed a finger toward his chest. “I said, you are the most exasperating man I’ve ever had the misfortune—”
The moment she drove her finger forward, her words abruptly ended and so did his mirth. Aliyana touched the tip of her tongue to her lips as she stared at what she could see of her finger. She slowly withdrew it from inside his chest, gazed at the digit, repeated her actions once more, and then gazed into his sky-blue eyes.
“Aliyana,” Wolf whispered. “Don’t be afraid of me. This isn’t what you think.”
She struggled to make sense of this new quandary. Her bewildered gaze shifted to his arms that still held her fast, traveled their length, and then rose to his face. Her lovely eyes, filled with such delightful indignation a moment ago, now held
a trace of apprehension.
“Who are you?” she asked in a voice just audible to his ears. “Better yet, what are you?”
Thank you again Deb Peterson for stopping by and sharing a bit of your book with us. Shadow of the Witte Wieven is available in ebook and paperback. If anyone hasn't already bought the book, they can purchase it at Amazon, Barnes and Nobel, as well as the Inkspell website: http://www.inkspellpublishing.com/4/post/2012/01/shadow-of-the-witte-wieven.html
I'm so excited to have Kellie Kamryn visit with us today. I'm awestruck! Kellie's work is award winning. She recently had a book signing at McNally Robinson and is sharing with us a little bit about herself and then will share about an upcoming release.
Hi Kellie. Thank you for stopping by. Please excuse the gushing. I'm a big fan. Let's get right to the questions.
What’s your favorite thing to do to relax?
Watching The Big Bang Theory with my oldest, read a good book, soak up the sun, visit the beach with the kids. I guess I have more than one favorite thing!
If you could go back in time to when you were seven years old,
what wisdom or advice would you pass on to yourself?
Be yourself. Don’t do what everyone else wants you to do.
For what are you grateful?
My children, life in general, that I have great friends and family, and that I get to pursue my love of writing in a professional way.
What is the number one lie you tell yourself?
That I’m taller than I am. How is that working out? Still the same height, LOL
Now about you as an author…What authors had an impact on you growing up and as an adult?
I loved Nancy Drew mysteries growing up so I’d have to say Carolyn Keen, Eloisa James was so kind as to give me great advice on not giving up a couple of years ago, and I have many writer friends who are supportive and encourage me every day.
Lost in Her Mind will be available in August from Secret Cravings Publishing. It’s a short, sweet romance.
After a near fatal car crash, a mother of four is trapped in a
dream world, fighting to discover which life is her reality.
Kailey Jacobs wakes to find she is still married to the controlling man she thought she divorced. Memories of a fiancée in another life beckon to her. Confused and scared, Kailey is determined to discover whether the man she feels she belongs with truly exists, or is just a figment of her
Alex Knight’s fiancée is in a coma after a near-fatal car crash. Her ex-husband is to blame for the accident, but Alex begins to suspect he’s somehow responsible for keeping her comatose as well. He knows he must use his special gift to bring Kailey back to reality. But will it be enough to help her find her way?
How did you decide on your story plot?
The entire thing came to me in a dream and demanded to be written. That’s how most of my stories come to me.
Do you have a favorite scene? Why?
I think near the end when she stands up to her ex.
Thank you Kellie for stopping by today. If anyone would like to see more of Kellie's books and all about her current releases,
please visit www.kelliekamryn.com.
I know many people don't celebrate birthdays. Or if they do, they celebrate the bond between parents and child because one wouldn't happen without the others. I've had some wonderful birthdays and some that I can't even remember. But the one that is most memorable to me is the one I had when I turned nineteen.
I was married just a year and we were living on a college campus. It was my actual birthday yet no one seemed to remember. It wasn't expected from my friends (which were few) but it was expected that I'd have heard from my parents.
As the day wore on, I began to get grumpy. I couldn't believe that my new husband nor my parents had said or done anything to wish me a happy birthday. Finally later that night when I was crying, my husband ran to the store and got two frozen pies and asked the neighbors upstairs to come down and have birthday pies with us.
It was a sweet attempt, yet I hadn't heard from my parents. To put it in perspective, we had a house phone but no cell phones. I'm older than I look and we didn't have that technology or even internet at that point.
But when my parents did call, I was so excited to hear their voices that I don't think it really registered to me that some thing else was going on in thier lives. I never did find out what had caused my parents to not call until late. I know something had happened that day but that phone call from them was the one validation that I neeed to be okay. Once I got it, my world continued on it's axis.
It was my most memorable, but not in a good reason. Leave a comment about your most memorable birthday! To enter to win an ebook copy of one of my single title books, leave a comment below.
Happy birthday Kharisma Rayne! It's her birthday and we're all celebrating! Best of all, you get a shot at all the presents including a Kindle Fire!
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