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March 21, 2016
11 LESSONS ON WRITING FROM A FIRST-TIME MARATHON RUNNER
11 LESSONS ON WRITING FROM A FIRST-TIME MARATHON RUNNERby GUEST AUTHOR //2Share41ShareTweet0Share
THE MARATHON IS SPECIAL
THE MARATHON IS SPECIAL
There are three reasons I failed. Not enough training. Not enough training. And not enough training. [Haruki Murakami, writer, and runner]Out of all disciplines, all the sport we have available, a marathon seems to be a very special race; not simply because of the length and the stamina required to ‘go the distance’ but also because it has become an incredibly popular distance for runners.A marathon: the queen of all disciplines.Read more.
March 19, 2016
#Author Exchange: Kim Cox
CHRISTMAS CRUISEBook Four – Lana Malloy Paranormal Mystery Series
Lana Malloy and Tony Calabria are ready for a much needed vacation. The first time they met, they’d talked about taking a cruise together but have never had the chance, so they decide to take a Christmas Cruise.As Lana boards the cruise ship, she has an eerie feeling of death surrounding them. She ignores it at first thinking it’s her fear of the large ship since this was her first cruise. The first night she has a vision of one woman’s rape and murder. It’s not long before she is confronted by the spirits of other young women who had also been raped and then murdered. Now it’s up to her to find their murderer, someone who could be sailing with them. Can she help these women find the justice they deserve?Available now in ebook through Amazon, 24Symbols, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iTunes, Page Foundry, and Scribd.Excerpt
Chapter One
As she neared the ship, her legs became heavier, hindering her movement. Dread filled her heart and she wondered if it was an omen that the trip would be plagued with sickness or could it possibly be a doomed ship that would sink into the vast ocean. “Something’s wrong,” she said, exhaling.Tony placed a hand around her arm to lead her onto the ship. His blue eyes pleaded with her. “Come on. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”He pulled harder but Lana planted her feet firmly, refusing to move. “I’m not afraid. It’s a feeling, an omen, that something's wrong. Definitely wrong." But as suddenly as the dark cloud had descended upon her, it was gone—a heavy burden lifted from her shoulders. Perhaps the foreboding was her fear of the large vessel, of being in the middle of the sea without any land in sight. She took in a deep breath to steady her nerves, determined she wouldn't go there.Tony frowned with apparent concern. “You okay? Should I cancel the trip?”She forced a smile. “No. I’m fine now. Besides, it’s too late to get your money back. I can do this.”“I don’t care about the money. I just want you to feel safe. I’ve done this many times, although, it’s been a while and I can assure you it'll be okay.” He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to him, and she laid her head onto his shoulder.
She snuggled deeply into the curve of his neck and placed a light kiss on his jawbone. “I trust you. I don’t know what happened. A deep-seeded dread came over me and all of a sudden I couldn't move.”“Where did it come from?” he asked, cradling her head to his chest as she turned in his arms.“I don’t know. But as suddenly as my imagination went wild, it stopped. At first, I thought it was a sign that we shouldn’t go, and now I feel an urgency to board, like something is beckoning to me, like someone needs my help.”“Will there ever be a trip where someone doesn’t need your help?” he asked with irritation but continued to strum her long brown hair.“Please, Tony, don’t be like that. We’ve been married over a year. By now you should understand that I have no choice. It’s a calling and if there was anyone else to do it, I would step aside and let them have at it.”His frown turned to a smile. “I’m sorry. I know. It’s just . . . I don’t know. I guess I’m just hardheaded sometimes. I’d hoped this would be one trip taken without any ghost drama. I should’ve known better.”“You’re normally so understanding about my ghost drama,” she said, mimicking him. “What’s with you today?”He shook his head as if trying to clear it from an unwanted thought. “I sense something sinister myself. I’ve never felt this before now. Could your gift be rubbing off on me?” True concern spread across his face.Available now in ebook through Amazon, 24Symbols, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iTunes, Page Foundry, and Scribd.Other Books Available in the SeriesIn book one, HAUNTED HEARTS, Lana sets out to solve her first case—the twenty-year old cold-case and double murder of her great aunt and her great aunt’s fiancé. If she succeeds, they’ll spend eternity together; if she can’t, they’ll be stuck as Haunted Hearts. With the help of the ghosts and a new love interest, she is able to find the murderer.In book two, GET OUT OR DIE, the success of Lana’s first case has spread throughout the local Charleston area and her business is booming. At one pro-bono job, Lana helps a widow communicate with her late husband where she learns of a frightening new ability—an ability that could give the next spirit, an angry ghost, the upper hand if she’s not careful.In book three, THE WEDDING CRASHER, Lana is on her honeymoon in Gatlinburg, Tennessee when she learns that a reoccurring vision about an abducted woman took place in nearby Knoxville. This case takes her hiking up mountainsides and trekking through rough terrain to find a madman before he can harm this young woman.
About Kim Cox
Kim Cox is an author of Paranormal, Mystery, Suspense and Romance. She lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina with her chain saw artist husband, their West Highland White Terriers--Scooter and Harley, and a Yorkie mix, Candi. Kim is published in novels, short stories and articles.
Sign up for Kim's Readers Listfor exclusive information, new releases, contests, giveaways, and free books.Visit her at the following sites:Author's Website: http://www.kimcoxauthor.com Blogs: Kim's Musings, Kim's Author Support PageAmazon Author Page: http://amazon.com/author/kimcoxSocial Media locations:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kimcoxauthor Twitter: https://twitter.com/KimCoxAuthor Google: https://plus.google.com/+KimCoxAuthor/posts Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/kimcox
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/kimwrtr/
Lana Malloy and Tony Calabria are ready for a much needed vacation. The first time they met, they’d talked about taking a cruise together but have never had the chance, so they decide to take a Christmas Cruise.As Lana boards the cruise ship, she has an eerie feeling of death surrounding them. She ignores it at first thinking it’s her fear of the large ship since this was her first cruise. The first night she has a vision of one woman’s rape and murder. It’s not long before she is confronted by the spirits of other young women who had also been raped and then murdered. Now it’s up to her to find their murderer, someone who could be sailing with them. Can she help these women find the justice they deserve?Available now in ebook through Amazon, 24Symbols, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iTunes, Page Foundry, and Scribd.Excerpt
Chapter One
As she neared the ship, her legs became heavier, hindering her movement. Dread filled her heart and she wondered if it was an omen that the trip would be plagued with sickness or could it possibly be a doomed ship that would sink into the vast ocean. “Something’s wrong,” she said, exhaling.Tony placed a hand around her arm to lead her onto the ship. His blue eyes pleaded with her. “Come on. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”He pulled harder but Lana planted her feet firmly, refusing to move. “I’m not afraid. It’s a feeling, an omen, that something's wrong. Definitely wrong." But as suddenly as the dark cloud had descended upon her, it was gone—a heavy burden lifted from her shoulders. Perhaps the foreboding was her fear of the large vessel, of being in the middle of the sea without any land in sight. She took in a deep breath to steady her nerves, determined she wouldn't go there.Tony frowned with apparent concern. “You okay? Should I cancel the trip?”She forced a smile. “No. I’m fine now. Besides, it’s too late to get your money back. I can do this.”“I don’t care about the money. I just want you to feel safe. I’ve done this many times, although, it’s been a while and I can assure you it'll be okay.” He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to him, and she laid her head onto his shoulder.
She snuggled deeply into the curve of his neck and placed a light kiss on his jawbone. “I trust you. I don’t know what happened. A deep-seeded dread came over me and all of a sudden I couldn't move.”“Where did it come from?” he asked, cradling her head to his chest as she turned in his arms.“I don’t know. But as suddenly as my imagination went wild, it stopped. At first, I thought it was a sign that we shouldn’t go, and now I feel an urgency to board, like something is beckoning to me, like someone needs my help.”“Will there ever be a trip where someone doesn’t need your help?” he asked with irritation but continued to strum her long brown hair.“Please, Tony, don’t be like that. We’ve been married over a year. By now you should understand that I have no choice. It’s a calling and if there was anyone else to do it, I would step aside and let them have at it.”His frown turned to a smile. “I’m sorry. I know. It’s just . . . I don’t know. I guess I’m just hardheaded sometimes. I’d hoped this would be one trip taken without any ghost drama. I should’ve known better.”“You’re normally so understanding about my ghost drama,” she said, mimicking him. “What’s with you today?”He shook his head as if trying to clear it from an unwanted thought. “I sense something sinister myself. I’ve never felt this before now. Could your gift be rubbing off on me?” True concern spread across his face.Available now in ebook through Amazon, 24Symbols, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iTunes, Page Foundry, and Scribd.Other Books Available in the SeriesIn book one, HAUNTED HEARTS, Lana sets out to solve her first case—the twenty-year old cold-case and double murder of her great aunt and her great aunt’s fiancé. If she succeeds, they’ll spend eternity together; if she can’t, they’ll be stuck as Haunted Hearts. With the help of the ghosts and a new love interest, she is able to find the murderer.In book two, GET OUT OR DIE, the success of Lana’s first case has spread throughout the local Charleston area and her business is booming. At one pro-bono job, Lana helps a widow communicate with her late husband where she learns of a frightening new ability—an ability that could give the next spirit, an angry ghost, the upper hand if she’s not careful.In book three, THE WEDDING CRASHER, Lana is on her honeymoon in Gatlinburg, Tennessee when she learns that a reoccurring vision about an abducted woman took place in nearby Knoxville. This case takes her hiking up mountainsides and trekking through rough terrain to find a madman before he can harm this young woman.
About Kim Cox
Kim Cox is an author of Paranormal, Mystery, Suspense and Romance. She lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina with her chain saw artist husband, their West Highland White Terriers--Scooter and Harley, and a Yorkie mix, Candi. Kim is published in novels, short stories and articles.
Sign up for Kim's Readers Listfor exclusive information, new releases, contests, giveaways, and free books.Visit her at the following sites:Author's Website: http://www.kimcoxauthor.com Blogs: Kim's Musings, Kim's Author Support PageAmazon Author Page: http://amazon.com/author/kimcoxSocial Media locations:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kimcoxauthor Twitter: https://twitter.com/KimCoxAuthor Google: https://plus.google.com/+KimCoxAuthor/posts Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/kimcox
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/kimwrtr/
March 12, 2016
Author Tina Gayle grew up not knowing what she wanted to ...
Author Tina Gayle grew up not knowing what she wanted to be as an adult. Then someone asked her about my dream job, her answer, "I wanted to be a pretender."
So the job of writing books is the perfect job for her. She has a vivid imagination and enjoys creating new characters and heartbreaking situations that her readers can sympathize with as they root for the couple's love to blossom.
Before setting down with her computer, she worked in the corporate world as both an accountant and a programmer. Once her kids were born, she decided to give her dream of being a writer a try and loves to incorporate the heartaches, headaches and fun of being a mother and a woman into my books.
When not writing, she enjoys spending time with my family and traveling around the country. She hasn't hit every state, but she hopes to someday. You might also catch her on the golf course with her husband of 30 years.
If you'd like to connect, send an email to tina@tinagayle.com. She loves to hear from her readers. What elements you liked and what you didn't care for in the story.
Also, you can read the first chapter of any of her books by visiting her website or download an exclusive story "My Future Step Brother" and join her special friend's list. All on her website www.tinagayle.net
Find Tina Gayle everywhere
Home - www.tinagayle.net
Blog - www.tinagayle.blogspot.com
Twitter - https://twitter.com/#!/AuthorTinaGayle
Goodread - http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1641826.Tina_Gayle
Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/tina.gayle
Google + - https://plus.google.com
Linkin - http://www.linkedin.com/pub/tina-gayle/11/689/759
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Blurb for IT Exec’s Baby
Brie Sullivan has a new baby girl and there are a million things to do, but Brie doesn’t have the energy to keep up. Why? She’s still grieving for her husband and suffering from baby blues, but she won’t let that stop her. She’s come up with the answer--find a new husband to be the father of her kids.Jason Clark has been doing everything he can to help Brie. He loves her but can he accept her proposal of marriage knowing she’s not thinking clearly about the future?
Comments from Reviews for IT Exec’s Baby (2nd book of the Executive Wives Club series)
“IT Exec’s Baby is almost a love story in reverse. The marriage comes first, then the sex, and finally the love - at least from Brie's point of view. It is tender and poignant at times, and full of strong descriptive passages.”
“What I love about series books. Every book gives you more about the characters that you've fallen in love with during the first book.”
“IT Exec’s Baby is a riveting story of a woman with numerous problems.”
Excerpt:Jason settled into the rocker. A slight whimper escaped from the baby, he quickly fed the bottle back into her daughter's mouth.“Yes, but at least I don’t have to pick them up. I'm in a carpool with another mother down the street.” Brie fluffed her pillow and crawled into bed. The soft cushion of the mattress cupping her body, she melted against the sheets. Peace teased her mind at the luxury of not having to jump up again in two seconds.“So you've been able to get some rest during the day?”“No, that's when I try to get everything else done.” Brie reviewed the chores she hadn't accomplished today. Laundry—half done. Dishwasher—still not unloaded. Formula—damnshe only had two bottles left.“Why? What can't wait?” Jason’s question made it sound like she didn't have two other children to take care of.“Well, there are meals to fix, which reminds me, I have to make a run to the grocery store tomorrow.” She quickly glanced at the night stand to see if there was any paper available. She better make a list.“Don’t worry about it now. Just try to get some sleep.” The soothing tone of his voice lulling her senses, she closed her eyes.Visions of Eric floated through her thoughts...him getting up at night, bringing the baby back to her, his help in the evening with the chores, his steady presence when she was too exhausted to go on. “I need a second set of hands.”An idea popped into her head. The perfect solution. She just needed to get married.Forcing her eyes open, she rolled to her side and stared at the man holding her daughter. He wasn’t married and didn't mind her kids. If they could join forces, all would be good.Excited by the possibility, she sat, the covers falling to her waist. “That's it. I need a husband.” Lifting her voice, she stared into a pair of sexy brown eyes. “Jason, will you marry me?”
Read the 1st chapter at http://www.tinagayle.net/BirthChpt.htmlPurchase at www.smashwords.com
www.barnesandnoble.com
www.kobobooks.com
www.itunes.apple.com
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So the job of writing books is the perfect job for her. She has a vivid imagination and enjoys creating new characters and heartbreaking situations that her readers can sympathize with as they root for the couple's love to blossom.
Before setting down with her computer, she worked in the corporate world as both an accountant and a programmer. Once her kids were born, she decided to give her dream of being a writer a try and loves to incorporate the heartaches, headaches and fun of being a mother and a woman into my books.
When not writing, she enjoys spending time with my family and traveling around the country. She hasn't hit every state, but she hopes to someday. You might also catch her on the golf course with her husband of 30 years.
If you'd like to connect, send an email to tina@tinagayle.com. She loves to hear from her readers. What elements you liked and what you didn't care for in the story.
Also, you can read the first chapter of any of her books by visiting her website or download an exclusive story "My Future Step Brother" and join her special friend's list. All on her website www.tinagayle.net
Find Tina Gayle everywhere
Home - www.tinagayle.net
Blog - www.tinagayle.blogspot.com
Twitter - https://twitter.com/#!/AuthorTinaGayle
Goodread - http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1641826.Tina_Gayle
Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/tina.gayle
Google + - https://plus.google.com
Linkin - http://www.linkedin.com/pub/tina-gayle/11/689/759
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Or <img src= “http://www.tinagayle.net/BirthCover.j...
Blurb for IT Exec’s Baby
Brie Sullivan has a new baby girl and there are a million things to do, but Brie doesn’t have the energy to keep up. Why? She’s still grieving for her husband and suffering from baby blues, but she won’t let that stop her. She’s come up with the answer--find a new husband to be the father of her kids.Jason Clark has been doing everything he can to help Brie. He loves her but can he accept her proposal of marriage knowing she’s not thinking clearly about the future?
Comments from Reviews for IT Exec’s Baby (2nd book of the Executive Wives Club series)
“IT Exec’s Baby is almost a love story in reverse. The marriage comes first, then the sex, and finally the love - at least from Brie's point of view. It is tender and poignant at times, and full of strong descriptive passages.”
“What I love about series books. Every book gives you more about the characters that you've fallen in love with during the first book.”
“IT Exec’s Baby is a riveting story of a woman with numerous problems.”
Excerpt:Jason settled into the rocker. A slight whimper escaped from the baby, he quickly fed the bottle back into her daughter's mouth.“Yes, but at least I don’t have to pick them up. I'm in a carpool with another mother down the street.” Brie fluffed her pillow and crawled into bed. The soft cushion of the mattress cupping her body, she melted against the sheets. Peace teased her mind at the luxury of not having to jump up again in two seconds.“So you've been able to get some rest during the day?”“No, that's when I try to get everything else done.” Brie reviewed the chores she hadn't accomplished today. Laundry—half done. Dishwasher—still not unloaded. Formula—damnshe only had two bottles left.“Why? What can't wait?” Jason’s question made it sound like she didn't have two other children to take care of.“Well, there are meals to fix, which reminds me, I have to make a run to the grocery store tomorrow.” She quickly glanced at the night stand to see if there was any paper available. She better make a list.“Don’t worry about it now. Just try to get some sleep.” The soothing tone of his voice lulling her senses, she closed her eyes.Visions of Eric floated through her thoughts...him getting up at night, bringing the baby back to her, his help in the evening with the chores, his steady presence when she was too exhausted to go on. “I need a second set of hands.”An idea popped into her head. The perfect solution. She just needed to get married.Forcing her eyes open, she rolled to her side and stared at the man holding her daughter. He wasn’t married and didn't mind her kids. If they could join forces, all would be good.Excited by the possibility, she sat, the covers falling to her waist. “That's it. I need a husband.” Lifting her voice, she stared into a pair of sexy brown eyes. “Jason, will you marry me?”
Read the 1st chapter at http://www.tinagayle.net/BirthChpt.htmlPurchase at www.smashwords.com
www.barnesandnoble.com
www.kobobooks.com
www.itunes.apple.com
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March 9, 2016
#Authorexchange: Elaine Cantrell
Fortuna by Elaine Cantrell
Blurb:
Aimee Sherwood never dreamed that following her fiancé into the witness protection pro-gram would land her in a haunted house in a town that’s downright creepy. She’d have laughed if she had been told the guy who lives down the road might be her soul mate, not the man whose ring she’s wearing. Life in West Virginia is nothing like life in Los Angeles, but between bean ball battles with Marilyn Monroe, remodeling a crumbling farmhouse, and starting a new business, Aimee’s life is anything but dull.
Excerpt: Rocky and Aimee participate in a wrestling match.
As they appeared in the doorway leading into the arena, speakers blasted Rocky’s theme song as the announcer roared, “Ladies and gentlemen, Rocky Stone is in the building!”Spotlights blinded Aimee when they hit her. Rocky gave her a masterful kiss as dry ice sent fog roiling around them. With Rocky striding out in front, she and Thin Lips Rich followed, waving to the crowd and clapping the entire time. Rich spread the ropes apart for her and Rocky to enter the ring.She strutted around, throwing kisses and motioning for the audience to stand up. The crowd went crazy when a wild swirl of bagpipe music filled the arena. They loved Rocky’s show. Clapping in unison, they cheered, “Rock-y. Rock-y. Rock-y.”With the focus off her, Aimee relaxed a little. Thank goodness nobody’s staring at me now. I hate the outfits Rocky wants me to wear. ‘Your clothes are a part of my stage personality,’ he said. He wants me to look like a party girl.She glared at the dress. It was made of spandex covered in electric blue sequins and was so short it was dangerous to sit down. Not only that, her boobs would probably fall out of the bodice any time now. The horrible dress had been designed to push up the assets.Cade McCoy, whose hair was a greasy-looking, dirty blonde that reached his shoulders, threw off his hat and black leather vest and shouted something to Rocky, who ignored him. The barrage of noise intensified as Cade flexed his muscles at the screaming fans. Aimee clapped her hands to her ears to protect them even though it would annoy Rich. She’d be deaf before this debacle finally ended.Her part was finished for the moment. She glared at Cade, kissed Rocky, and took Rich’s arm as he escorted her from the ring, taking care not to catch her stiletto heels in the ropes. The heels had blue sequins on them too.The next fifteen minutes were pure purgatory. She held her breath when Cade put Rocky in a headlock and punched his face. He released Rocky and gave him a kick in the butt that sent him sprawling. Rocky seemed dazed by the punches.Before he could get to his feet, Cade slipped under the bottom rope and shoved one of the timekeepers from his chair. He grabbed the chair and took it into the ring with him. As the crowd roared and screamed, he smashed Rocky from behind with the chair.Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Don’t panic.Cade paraded around the ring, jeering at the audience and gloating over Rocky’s fall. Rocky should have gotten to his feet by now, but he hadn’t moved a muscle. Cade strutted across the ring and kicked his leg. Hard. Rocky didn’t move.
Aimee didn’t realize she had gotten to her feet and was moving until she bumped into the ring. “Rocky, get up,” she screamed, her voice reverberating around the now strangely silent arena.The referee hustled over to Rocky. He took the precaution of motioning Cade back, even though Cade had moved away and wasn’t even close to Rocky. Bending over, he touched Rocky’s shoulder and said something Aimee couldn’t hear. He barked an order to the timekeeper, who picked up a radio.Two paramedics, exuding competence and authority, rushed to the ring with a stretcher. They put Rocky in a neck brace and carefully loaded him onto the stretcher. As they trotted out of the arena, Rocky’s arm fell from where it lay on his chest. It looked so loose and floppy that Aimee screamed again. She ran behind the paramedics with tears and mascara streaming down her cheeks.
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http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/611196
Elaine Cantrell’s Biography
Elaine Cantrell was born and raised in South Carolina. She holds a master’s degree in personnel services from Clemson University. She is a member of Alpha Delta Kappa, an international honorary society for women educators and is also a member of Romance Writers of America. Her first novel, A New Leaf, was the 2003 winner of the Timeless Love Contest. When she isn’t writing or teaching, she enjoys reading, traveling, and collecting vintage Christmas ornaments.
Author Links:
http://www.elainecantrell.comhttp://www.elainepcantrell.blogspot.comhttp://www.facebook.com/elainepcantrellhttp://www.twitter.com/elainecantrellhttp://www.pinterest.com/elainecantrell
Character Interview: Cade
Rhonda: Welcome to Centerville Today, a Viewer’s Choice TV program. My name is Rhonda Dalton, and my guest today is Cade McCoy. Cade, welcome to the show. Could you introduce yourself to the viewers?
Cade: (Smiles at Rhonda) I’d be glad to. As Rhonda said my name is Cade McCoy, and I live at Bad Creek Farm.
Rhonda: Are you a farmer, Cade?
Cade: I raise five gaited saddle horses. All of them are show quality, purebred animals.
Rhonda: Was raising horses your main goal in life?
Cade: Yes, so far. I was only wrestling to save money to buy the farm.
Rhonda: Horses are expensive. What would you do if you won a million dollars?
Cade: I’d get my breeding program on the fast track and set up group homes and counseling for troubled kids.
Rhonda: Is there a special lady in your life?
Cade: (hesitates) Maybe, but we have a few things to work out between us.
Rhonda: What’s her name?
Cade: I call her Sunshine, although that’s just my nickname for her.
Rhonda: I hope everything works out for you and your Sunshine, Cade. Thanks for being a part of our program today.
Cade: Thanks for having me.
Blurb:
Aimee Sherwood never dreamed that following her fiancé into the witness protection pro-gram would land her in a haunted house in a town that’s downright creepy. She’d have laughed if she had been told the guy who lives down the road might be her soul mate, not the man whose ring she’s wearing. Life in West Virginia is nothing like life in Los Angeles, but between bean ball battles with Marilyn Monroe, remodeling a crumbling farmhouse, and starting a new business, Aimee’s life is anything but dull.
Excerpt: Rocky and Aimee participate in a wrestling match.
As they appeared in the doorway leading into the arena, speakers blasted Rocky’s theme song as the announcer roared, “Ladies and gentlemen, Rocky Stone is in the building!”Spotlights blinded Aimee when they hit her. Rocky gave her a masterful kiss as dry ice sent fog roiling around them. With Rocky striding out in front, she and Thin Lips Rich followed, waving to the crowd and clapping the entire time. Rich spread the ropes apart for her and Rocky to enter the ring.She strutted around, throwing kisses and motioning for the audience to stand up. The crowd went crazy when a wild swirl of bagpipe music filled the arena. They loved Rocky’s show. Clapping in unison, they cheered, “Rock-y. Rock-y. Rock-y.”With the focus off her, Aimee relaxed a little. Thank goodness nobody’s staring at me now. I hate the outfits Rocky wants me to wear. ‘Your clothes are a part of my stage personality,’ he said. He wants me to look like a party girl.She glared at the dress. It was made of spandex covered in electric blue sequins and was so short it was dangerous to sit down. Not only that, her boobs would probably fall out of the bodice any time now. The horrible dress had been designed to push up the assets.Cade McCoy, whose hair was a greasy-looking, dirty blonde that reached his shoulders, threw off his hat and black leather vest and shouted something to Rocky, who ignored him. The barrage of noise intensified as Cade flexed his muscles at the screaming fans. Aimee clapped her hands to her ears to protect them even though it would annoy Rich. She’d be deaf before this debacle finally ended.Her part was finished for the moment. She glared at Cade, kissed Rocky, and took Rich’s arm as he escorted her from the ring, taking care not to catch her stiletto heels in the ropes. The heels had blue sequins on them too.The next fifteen minutes were pure purgatory. She held her breath when Cade put Rocky in a headlock and punched his face. He released Rocky and gave him a kick in the butt that sent him sprawling. Rocky seemed dazed by the punches.Before he could get to his feet, Cade slipped under the bottom rope and shoved one of the timekeepers from his chair. He grabbed the chair and took it into the ring with him. As the crowd roared and screamed, he smashed Rocky from behind with the chair.Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Don’t panic.Cade paraded around the ring, jeering at the audience and gloating over Rocky’s fall. Rocky should have gotten to his feet by now, but he hadn’t moved a muscle. Cade strutted across the ring and kicked his leg. Hard. Rocky didn’t move.
Aimee didn’t realize she had gotten to her feet and was moving until she bumped into the ring. “Rocky, get up,” she screamed, her voice reverberating around the now strangely silent arena.The referee hustled over to Rocky. He took the precaution of motioning Cade back, even though Cade had moved away and wasn’t even close to Rocky. Bending over, he touched Rocky’s shoulder and said something Aimee couldn’t hear. He barked an order to the timekeeper, who picked up a radio.Two paramedics, exuding competence and authority, rushed to the ring with a stretcher. They put Rocky in a neck brace and carefully loaded him onto the stretcher. As they trotted out of the arena, Rocky’s arm fell from where it lay on his chest. It looked so loose and floppy that Aimee screamed again. She ran behind the paramedics with tears and mascara streaming down her cheeks.
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Elaine Cantrell’s Biography
Elaine Cantrell was born and raised in South Carolina. She holds a master’s degree in personnel services from Clemson University. She is a member of Alpha Delta Kappa, an international honorary society for women educators and is also a member of Romance Writers of America. Her first novel, A New Leaf, was the 2003 winner of the Timeless Love Contest. When she isn’t writing or teaching, she enjoys reading, traveling, and collecting vintage Christmas ornaments.
Author Links:
http://www.elainecantrell.comhttp://www.elainepcantrell.blogspot.comhttp://www.facebook.com/elainepcantrellhttp://www.twitter.com/elainecantrellhttp://www.pinterest.com/elainecantrell
Character Interview: Cade
Rhonda: Welcome to Centerville Today, a Viewer’s Choice TV program. My name is Rhonda Dalton, and my guest today is Cade McCoy. Cade, welcome to the show. Could you introduce yourself to the viewers?
Cade: (Smiles at Rhonda) I’d be glad to. As Rhonda said my name is Cade McCoy, and I live at Bad Creek Farm.
Rhonda: Are you a farmer, Cade?
Cade: I raise five gaited saddle horses. All of them are show quality, purebred animals.
Rhonda: Was raising horses your main goal in life?
Cade: Yes, so far. I was only wrestling to save money to buy the farm.
Rhonda: Horses are expensive. What would you do if you won a million dollars?
Cade: I’d get my breeding program on the fast track and set up group homes and counseling for troubled kids.
Rhonda: Is there a special lady in your life?
Cade: (hesitates) Maybe, but we have a few things to work out between us.
Rhonda: What’s her name?
Cade: I call her Sunshine, although that’s just my nickname for her.
Rhonda: I hope everything works out for you and your Sunshine, Cade. Thanks for being a part of our program today.
Cade: Thanks for having me.
March 8, 2016
#Authorexchange-Linda K. Sienkiewicz
Author Linda K. Sienkiewicz writes women’s fiction/contemporary romance. Her debut novel is titled
In the Context of Love.
In In the Context of Love, Angelica Schirrick wonders how her life could have gone so far off-track. She remembers her forbidden high school romance with Joe Vadas, the son of Hungarian immigrants. Scandal tore them apart, Joe disappeared, and she’s spent years trying to recover from the split. Shortly after, a devastating family secret shattered her sense of self, leading to a multitude of bad choices that include marrying a man with a missing finger and enough secrets of his own. She leaves her husband and, with two children in tow, begins a journey of self-discovery that leads her back home to Ohio. She must find a way to put the past to rest before she can be open to life and a second chance at love. And what if Joe returns? Will he help her, or tear her family further apart?
Jacquelyn Mitchard, author of #1 NYTimes Bestseller, DEEP END OF THE OCEAN, says: “With humor and tenderness, but without blinking, Linda K. Sienkiewicz turns her eye on the predator-prey savannah of the young and still somehow hopeful.”Bonnie Jo Campbell, author of Michigan Notable Book MOTHERS TELL YOUR DAUGHTERS, says “Sienkiewicz’s powerful and richly detailed debut novel is at once a love story, a cautionary tale, and an inspirational journey. It should be required reading for all wayward daughters, and their mothers, too.”Eggcerpt from In the Context of Love:“That’s different.” His grasp was firm as he examined the top of the ring where the pointed end and the head overlapped, but you and I know he wasn’t really interested in the ring. He rubbed his thumb in the center of my palm, studying my eyes. A buzz ran up my arm to my scalp as if he’d pressed a button or a trigger.
“What’s a nail wrapped around your finger mean?”
“That I’m tougher than I look.” It sounded silly, spoken out loud, and I regretted telling him.
“Man, you’re one weird chick… the way you dress, the things you say.” He didn’t let go when I tried to take my hand back. Instead, he brought it to his mouth and kissed the inside of my wrist. The devil’s breath on my pulse. “Do you know how to love, or is being tough all you know?”
I gave him a cold, quiet stare, but he didn’t back off the way another man might have. He held me fast with black eyes that slid down my throat to settle between my breasts. My resolve melted like a chocolate drop in his hand. I’ll be honest: I imagined him picking me up from the stool and throwing me onto my back on one of the tables behind us, legs apart, right here in the bar, and me liking it. This push-pull game with a stranger in a business suit troubled and intrigued me. Pool balls clicked like cap guns. Child’s play. Double dare yous. I reminded myself I was done with one-nighters as I wriggled my hand away from his. I swallowed the last shot and set the glass down.
“Thanks for the drinks and the barstool analysis, doc. Session’s over.”
He hopped up to help me with my jacket, a gentlemanly gesture that made me self-conscious, as if I were undeserving. “It’s late. Let me see you home,” he said, smooth as a key turning a lock. I knew his routine. Next, he’d be pushing his way into my place, and then his way into me. He slapped a couple of bills on the bar for Rufus and said to me, “Wait a sec, gotta drain the monster first.”
His audacity made me laugh. The minute the cocky bastard turned his back, though, I was out the door. And I almost got away, too.
In the Context of Love can be purchased in paperback or e-reader on Amazon http://amzn.to/1IiVWEs or Barnes and Noble http://bit.ly/1QFs340
Here’s an interview with Angelica Schirrick, the narrator of In the Context of Love: 1. Do you have a nickname?
I’ve been called troublemaker, short stuff, hot stuff, cupcake, angel, and hure (by my German grandmother — don’t ask why), but most people call me Angie.2. What do you do for a living?
I’m the marketing and community service director for Safe Harbor, a non-profit women’s domestic violence shelter in Cleveland, Ohio. Not too bad for someone with an associate’s degree from a community college.3. What’s your most important goal?
That would be to raise sane children, which isn’t easy when they have a felon for a father. Of course, if I hadn’t married the sick bastard, I wouldn’t have two children to begin with. I can’t win.4. Are you wealthy, poor or in-between?
I’m comfortable. So what if my plates are chipped, my end tables have water rings, chew marks from toddler’s teeth and dings from Tonka trucks? Who wouldn’t want a home out of House Beautiful with Pottery Barn furniture, cherry wood cabinets, granite counters and a sunken tub? I’m comfortable. Let’s leave it at that.5. What is your secret desire or fantasy?
That’s easy – to marry Joe, the love of my life, the man who disappeared as cleanly as if he’d been tied to an engine block and dumped in Lake Erie.
Author Linda K. Sienkiewicz attributes her creative drive to her artistic mother, who taught her to sew, and her father, who let her monkey around with the gadgets in his workshop. Her poetry, short stories and art have been published in more than fifty literary journals. She has a poetry chapbook award from Bottom Dog Press and an MFA from The University of Southern Maine.Website http://lindaksienkiewicz.com
Twitter https://twitter.com/LindaKSienkwicz
Pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/lindaksienkwicz/
Instagram https://www.instagram.com/lindaksienkiewicz/
Facebook https://www.facebook.com/lindasienkiewicz.author
Jacquelyn Mitchard, author of #1 NYTimes Bestseller, DEEP END OF THE OCEAN, says: “With humor and tenderness, but without blinking, Linda K. Sienkiewicz turns her eye on the predator-prey savannah of the young and still somehow hopeful.”Bonnie Jo Campbell, author of Michigan Notable Book MOTHERS TELL YOUR DAUGHTERS, says “Sienkiewicz’s powerful and richly detailed debut novel is at once a love story, a cautionary tale, and an inspirational journey. It should be required reading for all wayward daughters, and their mothers, too.”Eggcerpt from In the Context of Love:“That’s different.” His grasp was firm as he examined the top of the ring where the pointed end and the head overlapped, but you and I know he wasn’t really interested in the ring. He rubbed his thumb in the center of my palm, studying my eyes. A buzz ran up my arm to my scalp as if he’d pressed a button or a trigger.
“What’s a nail wrapped around your finger mean?”
“That I’m tougher than I look.” It sounded silly, spoken out loud, and I regretted telling him.
“Man, you’re one weird chick… the way you dress, the things you say.” He didn’t let go when I tried to take my hand back. Instead, he brought it to his mouth and kissed the inside of my wrist. The devil’s breath on my pulse. “Do you know how to love, or is being tough all you know?”
I gave him a cold, quiet stare, but he didn’t back off the way another man might have. He held me fast with black eyes that slid down my throat to settle between my breasts. My resolve melted like a chocolate drop in his hand. I’ll be honest: I imagined him picking me up from the stool and throwing me onto my back on one of the tables behind us, legs apart, right here in the bar, and me liking it. This push-pull game with a stranger in a business suit troubled and intrigued me. Pool balls clicked like cap guns. Child’s play. Double dare yous. I reminded myself I was done with one-nighters as I wriggled my hand away from his. I swallowed the last shot and set the glass down.
“Thanks for the drinks and the barstool analysis, doc. Session’s over.”
He hopped up to help me with my jacket, a gentlemanly gesture that made me self-conscious, as if I were undeserving. “It’s late. Let me see you home,” he said, smooth as a key turning a lock. I knew his routine. Next, he’d be pushing his way into my place, and then his way into me. He slapped a couple of bills on the bar for Rufus and said to me, “Wait a sec, gotta drain the monster first.”
His audacity made me laugh. The minute the cocky bastard turned his back, though, I was out the door. And I almost got away, too.
In the Context of Love can be purchased in paperback or e-reader on Amazon http://amzn.to/1IiVWEs or Barnes and Noble http://bit.ly/1QFs340
Here’s an interview with Angelica Schirrick, the narrator of In the Context of Love: 1. Do you have a nickname?
I’ve been called troublemaker, short stuff, hot stuff, cupcake, angel, and hure (by my German grandmother — don’t ask why), but most people call me Angie.2. What do you do for a living?
I’m the marketing and community service director for Safe Harbor, a non-profit women’s domestic violence shelter in Cleveland, Ohio. Not too bad for someone with an associate’s degree from a community college.3. What’s your most important goal?
That would be to raise sane children, which isn’t easy when they have a felon for a father. Of course, if I hadn’t married the sick bastard, I wouldn’t have two children to begin with. I can’t win.4. Are you wealthy, poor or in-between?
I’m comfortable. So what if my plates are chipped, my end tables have water rings, chew marks from toddler’s teeth and dings from Tonka trucks? Who wouldn’t want a home out of House Beautiful with Pottery Barn furniture, cherry wood cabinets, granite counters and a sunken tub? I’m comfortable. Let’s leave it at that.5. What is your secret desire or fantasy?
That’s easy – to marry Joe, the love of my life, the man who disappeared as cleanly as if he’d been tied to an engine block and dumped in Lake Erie.
Author Linda K. Sienkiewicz attributes her creative drive to her artistic mother, who taught her to sew, and her father, who let her monkey around with the gadgets in his workshop. Her poetry, short stories and art have been published in more than fifty literary journals. She has a poetry chapbook award from Bottom Dog Press and an MFA from The University of Southern Maine.Website http://lindaksienkiewicz.com
Twitter https://twitter.com/LindaKSienkwicz
Pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/lindaksienkwicz/
Instagram https://www.instagram.com/lindaksienkiewicz/
Facebook https://www.facebook.com/lindasienkiewicz.author
March 5, 2016
#author exchange Carmen Stefanescu
Shadows of the Past
BlurbAnne's relationship with her boyfriend Neil has disintegrated. After a two-year separation, they pack for a week vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has other plans for them. The discovery of a bejeweled cross and ancient human bones opens a door to a new and frightening world--one where the ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve will not let Anne rest. This new world threatens not only to ruin Anne and Neil's vacation but to end all hopes of reconciliation as Anne feels compelled to help free Genevieve's soul from its torment. Can Anne save her relationship and help Genevieve find her eternal rest? A touching, compelling story of tragedy, loss and the power of endless love and good magic.The twists and turns in this paranormal tale keep the reader guessing up to the end and weave themselves together into a quest to rekindle love.
Buy links
Wild Child Publishing
http://www.wildchildpublishing.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=84&products_id=410
Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Shadows-of-the-Past-ebook/dp/B00AK2D9I8/ref=sr_1_15?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1354874514&sr=1-15&keywords=shadows+of+the+past All Romance
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-shadowsofthepast-1013184-140.html
Barnes & Noble
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shadows-of-the-past-carmen-stefanescu/1113910162?ean=2940015715026
Eggcerpt The peal of the church bells from the abbey tower startled Genevieve. The sound added to her mounting anxiety. The massive abbey loomed over the stone paved path. All the nuns were at evening mass. With a bit of luck her disappearance would go unnoticed for a few more hours. The Abbess would assume she was cleaning the toilets as ordered. Fear skittered through Genevieve when she turned away from the abbey towards the path leading to town. Nothing stirred. She hesitated. Evil emanated from the forest surrounding the abbey. With a shiver, she leaned against the solid oak gates that flanked the abbey's main path. They had hidden her from detection for the past couple of hours, but how much longer would she be safe?The mountain shadows grew thicker and closer. She moved her weight from one leg to the other. They ached from so much standing, but she lacked the strength to return to the gardener's cottage and wait for Andrew's arrival as planned. Genevieve closed her tired eyes. The image of old Ryan, slumped dead in his chair in his cubicle, caught life in her mind and made her whole body ripple with fear.She'd rather wait for Andrew here, outside. Had he forgotten his promise? What if something terrible befell him during the last three days, or he had changed his mind? Why should he risk all for an ordinary nun? Had his folks talked him into giving her up, made him see reason? Helping her out of her predicament meant a huge risk for him -- losing his family, his friends and his position among his peers. His words echoed in her mind. "I will risk everything for you, even life, if necessary."* * * *"Anne, Anne, wake up. Wake up, please," the insistent voice whispered next to her ear. The touch of a hand, on her shoulder, startled Anne.She opened her eyes, still half between sleep and reality. Her gaze stopped on a stranger, a woman, by her side. The moon's pale face, the only light, filtered through a small gap in the tent's entrance; yet the stranger's whole body emanated a kind of soft ray, a yellowish halo making her figure and face easy to discern.A long, dark robe, similar to those worn by nuns in monasteries centuries ago, covered her body. No traditional headdress covered the woman's red hair, which fell loosely over her shoulders in long, heavy tendrils and continued down her chest and back. Anne stood up and studied the intruder with open curiosity. The stranger’s wax pale face looked corpse like. Anne opened her mouth to ask her who she was. She looked Anne straight in the eyes, placed her forefinger on her lips and whispered, "Hush, come. Follow me." Anne's eyes widened. The woman, moving away from the sleeping bag, appeared to glide above the ground. Her bare feet didn't make a sound.As if hypnotized, Anne followed the illuminated silhouette heading into the forest, without questioning her own actions. An onrush of sensations unfamiliar to her followed. Dizziness and a malevolent feeling of unreality suffocated her. The presence of evil, creeping up and enveloping her, became almost palpable. Her throat turned dry, and she gasped for air. / / / / / / / / / Character interview -Genevieve 1. Please, have a seat. Make yourself comfortable Miss... "Genevieve. My name is Genevieve, but Sister Clementa, the Abbess, and some of her followers call me The witch." 2. Tell me, Genevieve, where are you living? Genevieve ( a small sigh escapes her lips. Then she shrugs) "Well, for the moment I reside at St. Mary’s Abbey. On top of a mountain in Britain, in the...cursed forest." 3. Do you have any schooling? Genevieve (nods and pats and invisible crease of her dress) "Kind Old Bertha, who took care of me after my family perished, taught me to read and write. Not only English but also Latin. And, most important, she taught me how to prepare healing potions from plants and herbs. Perhaps that’s why the Abbess hates me so much. A peasant girl of the 13th century is dangerous if she knows more than her superiors, I think." 4. What are your worst fears or nightmare? Genevieve (throws a shy look around her. She shivers and her voice is small) "I fear the cursed forest. This forest is responsible for what happened to my family. My father’s odd behavior, the death of my siblings. All the evil that lurks in it.My nightmare - the Abbess, sister Clementa, who threatens me all the time with sending me to the stake. I can’t understand why she wants me out of the way." 5. Is it anything that you secretly desire? Genevieve (blushes and wrings her hands. Then she looks me directly in the eyes. Her voice is strong now. ) "To become Andrew’s wife and grow a family. If his family agrees....If the Abbess lets me go... If God forgives me for giving up being a nun.....If I escape alive from the forest.... If....”
Author bio: Carmen Stefanescu resides in Romania, the native country of the infamous vampire Count Dracula, but where, for about 50 years of communist dictatorship, just speaking about God, faith, reincarnation or paranormal phenomena could have led someone to great trouble - the psychiatric hospital if not to prison.
Teacher of English and German in her native country and mother of two daughters, Carmen Stefanescu survived the grim years of oppression, by escaping in a parallel world, that of the books. She has dreamed all her life to become a writer, but many of the things she wrote during those years remained just drawer projects. The fall of the Ceausescu’s regime in 1989, and the opening of the country to the world meant a new beginning for her. She started publishing. Poems first, and then prose. Both in English.Shadows of the Past, paranormal/light romance/light mystery/light horror was released at the end of 2012 by Wild Child publishing, USA.
Carmen Stefanescu's Links: http://shadowspastmystery.blogspot.ro/https://twitter.com/Carmen_Bookshttp://www.pinterest.com/carmens007/http://www.facebook.com/pages/Carmen-Stefanescu-Books/499245716760283http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6624397.Carmen_Stefanescuhttps://plus.google.com/117216040843648957646/postshttp://www.amazon.com/Carmen-Stefanescu/e/B00APVDGAA/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1
BlurbAnne's relationship with her boyfriend Neil has disintegrated. After a two-year separation, they pack for a week vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has other plans for them. The discovery of a bejeweled cross and ancient human bones opens a door to a new and frightening world--one where the ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve will not let Anne rest. This new world threatens not only to ruin Anne and Neil's vacation but to end all hopes of reconciliation as Anne feels compelled to help free Genevieve's soul from its torment. Can Anne save her relationship and help Genevieve find her eternal rest? A touching, compelling story of tragedy, loss and the power of endless love and good magic.The twists and turns in this paranormal tale keep the reader guessing up to the end and weave themselves together into a quest to rekindle love.
Buy links
Wild Child Publishing
http://www.wildchildpublishing.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=84&products_id=410
Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Shadows-of-the-Past-ebook/dp/B00AK2D9I8/ref=sr_1_15?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1354874514&sr=1-15&keywords=shadows+of+the+past All Romance
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-shadowsofthepast-1013184-140.html
Barnes & Noble
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shadows-of-the-past-carmen-stefanescu/1113910162?ean=2940015715026
Eggcerpt The peal of the church bells from the abbey tower startled Genevieve. The sound added to her mounting anxiety. The massive abbey loomed over the stone paved path. All the nuns were at evening mass. With a bit of luck her disappearance would go unnoticed for a few more hours. The Abbess would assume she was cleaning the toilets as ordered. Fear skittered through Genevieve when she turned away from the abbey towards the path leading to town. Nothing stirred. She hesitated. Evil emanated from the forest surrounding the abbey. With a shiver, she leaned against the solid oak gates that flanked the abbey's main path. They had hidden her from detection for the past couple of hours, but how much longer would she be safe?The mountain shadows grew thicker and closer. She moved her weight from one leg to the other. They ached from so much standing, but she lacked the strength to return to the gardener's cottage and wait for Andrew's arrival as planned. Genevieve closed her tired eyes. The image of old Ryan, slumped dead in his chair in his cubicle, caught life in her mind and made her whole body ripple with fear.She'd rather wait for Andrew here, outside. Had he forgotten his promise? What if something terrible befell him during the last three days, or he had changed his mind? Why should he risk all for an ordinary nun? Had his folks talked him into giving her up, made him see reason? Helping her out of her predicament meant a huge risk for him -- losing his family, his friends and his position among his peers. His words echoed in her mind. "I will risk everything for you, even life, if necessary."* * * *"Anne, Anne, wake up. Wake up, please," the insistent voice whispered next to her ear. The touch of a hand, on her shoulder, startled Anne.She opened her eyes, still half between sleep and reality. Her gaze stopped on a stranger, a woman, by her side. The moon's pale face, the only light, filtered through a small gap in the tent's entrance; yet the stranger's whole body emanated a kind of soft ray, a yellowish halo making her figure and face easy to discern.A long, dark robe, similar to those worn by nuns in monasteries centuries ago, covered her body. No traditional headdress covered the woman's red hair, which fell loosely over her shoulders in long, heavy tendrils and continued down her chest and back. Anne stood up and studied the intruder with open curiosity. The stranger’s wax pale face looked corpse like. Anne opened her mouth to ask her who she was. She looked Anne straight in the eyes, placed her forefinger on her lips and whispered, "Hush, come. Follow me." Anne's eyes widened. The woman, moving away from the sleeping bag, appeared to glide above the ground. Her bare feet didn't make a sound.As if hypnotized, Anne followed the illuminated silhouette heading into the forest, without questioning her own actions. An onrush of sensations unfamiliar to her followed. Dizziness and a malevolent feeling of unreality suffocated her. The presence of evil, creeping up and enveloping her, became almost palpable. Her throat turned dry, and she gasped for air. / / / / / / / / / Character interview -Genevieve 1. Please, have a seat. Make yourself comfortable Miss... "Genevieve. My name is Genevieve, but Sister Clementa, the Abbess, and some of her followers call me The witch." 2. Tell me, Genevieve, where are you living? Genevieve ( a small sigh escapes her lips. Then she shrugs) "Well, for the moment I reside at St. Mary’s Abbey. On top of a mountain in Britain, in the...cursed forest." 3. Do you have any schooling? Genevieve (nods and pats and invisible crease of her dress) "Kind Old Bertha, who took care of me after my family perished, taught me to read and write. Not only English but also Latin. And, most important, she taught me how to prepare healing potions from plants and herbs. Perhaps that’s why the Abbess hates me so much. A peasant girl of the 13th century is dangerous if she knows more than her superiors, I think." 4. What are your worst fears or nightmare? Genevieve (throws a shy look around her. She shivers and her voice is small) "I fear the cursed forest. This forest is responsible for what happened to my family. My father’s odd behavior, the death of my siblings. All the evil that lurks in it.My nightmare - the Abbess, sister Clementa, who threatens me all the time with sending me to the stake. I can’t understand why she wants me out of the way." 5. Is it anything that you secretly desire? Genevieve (blushes and wrings her hands. Then she looks me directly in the eyes. Her voice is strong now. ) "To become Andrew’s wife and grow a family. If his family agrees....If the Abbess lets me go... If God forgives me for giving up being a nun.....If I escape alive from the forest.... If....”
Author bio: Carmen Stefanescu resides in Romania, the native country of the infamous vampire Count Dracula, but where, for about 50 years of communist dictatorship, just speaking about God, faith, reincarnation or paranormal phenomena could have led someone to great trouble - the psychiatric hospital if not to prison.
Teacher of English and German in her native country and mother of two daughters, Carmen Stefanescu survived the grim years of oppression, by escaping in a parallel world, that of the books. She has dreamed all her life to become a writer, but many of the things she wrote during those years remained just drawer projects. The fall of the Ceausescu’s regime in 1989, and the opening of the country to the world meant a new beginning for her. She started publishing. Poems first, and then prose. Both in English.Shadows of the Past, paranormal/light romance/light mystery/light horror was released at the end of 2012 by Wild Child publishing, USA.
Carmen Stefanescu's Links: http://shadowspastmystery.blogspot.ro/https://twitter.com/Carmen_Bookshttp://www.pinterest.com/carmens007/http://www.facebook.com/pages/Carmen-Stefanescu-Books/499245716760283http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6624397.Carmen_Stefanescuhttps://plus.google.com/117216040843648957646/postshttp://www.amazon.com/Carmen-Stefanescu/e/B00APVDGAA/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1
February 26, 2016
#authorexchange Tina Gayle
Author Tina Gayle grew up not knowing what she wanted to be as an adult. Then someone asked her about my dream job, her answer, "I wanted to be a pretender."
So the job of writing books is the perfect job for her. She has a vivid imagination and enjoys creating new characters and heartbreaking situations that her readers can sympathize with as they root for the couple's love to blossom.
Before setting down with her computer, she worked in the corporate world as both an accountant and a programmer. Once her kids were born, she decided to give her dream of being a writer a try and loves to incorporate the heartaches, headaches and fun of being a mother and a woman into my books.
When not writing, she enjoys spending time with my family and traveling around the country. She hasn't hit every state, but she hopes to someday. You might also catch her on the golf course with her husband of 30 years.
If you'd like to connect, send an email to tina@tinagayle.com. She loves to hear from her readers. What elements you liked and what you didn't care for in the story.
Also, you can read the first chapter of any of her books by visiting her website or download an exclusive story "My Future Step Brother" and join her special friend's list. All on her website www.tinagayle.net
Find Tina Gayle everywhere
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Blurb for IT Exec’s Baby
Brie Sullivan has a new baby girl and there are a million things to do, but Brie doesn’t have the energy to keep up. Why? She’s still grieving for her husband and suffering from baby blues, but she won’t let that stop her. She’s come up with the answer--find a new husband to be the father of her kids.Jason Clark has been doing everything he can to help Brie. He loves her but can he accept her proposal of marriage knowing she’s not thinking clearly about the future?
Comments from Reviews for IT Exec’s Baby (2nd book of the Executive Wives Club series)
“IT Exec’s Baby is almost a love story in reverse. The marriage comes first, then the sex, and finally the love - at least from Brie's point of view. It is tender and poignant at times, and full of strong descriptive passages.”
“What I love about series books. Every book gives you more about the characters that you've fallen in love with during the first book.”
“IT Exec’s Baby is a riveting story of a woman with numerous problems.”
Excerpt:Jason settled into the rocker. A slight whimper escaped from the baby, he quickly fed the bottle back into her daughter's mouth.“Yes, but at least I don’t have to pick them up. I'm in a carpool with another mother down the street.” Brie fluffed her pillow and crawled into bed. The soft cushion of the mattress cupping her body, she melted against the sheets. Peace teased her mind at the luxury of not having to jump up again in two seconds.“So you've been able to get some rest during the day?”“No, that's when I try to get everything else done.” Brie reviewed the chores she hadn't accomplished today. Laundry—half done. Dishwasher—still not unloaded. Formula—damnshe only had two bottles left.“Why? What can't wait?” Jason’s question made it sound like she didn't have two other children to take care of.“Well, there are meals to fix, which reminds me, I have to make a run to the grocery store tomorrow.” She quickly glanced at the night stand to see if there was any paper available. She better make a list.“Don’t worry about it now. Just try to get some sleep.” The soothing tone of his voice lulling her senses, she closed her eyes.Visions of Eric floated through her thoughts...him getting up at night, bringing the baby back to her, his help in the evening with the chores, his steady presence when she was too exhausted to go on. “I need a second set of hands.”An idea popped into her head. The perfect solution. She just needed to get married.Forcing her eyes open, she rolled to her side and stared at the man holding her daughter. He wasn’t married and didn't mind her kids. If they could join forces, all would be good.Excited by the possibility, she sat, the covers falling to her waist. “That's it. I need a husband.” Lifting her voice, she stared into a pair of sexy brown eyes. “Jason, will you marry me?”
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February 23, 2016
Working Out
I’m a girly-girl. I have an obsession with heels---the higher the better. However, I have a down and dirty side that begs to be released Oh, you dirty-minded readers. Not thatkind of down and dirty. Well, maybe. Uh, er…anyway.
I met my husband in college. He was a middle linebacker and I was a love-sick nineteen year old checking out his buns of steel and massive biceps. And other things as well. He’s always been athletic and active in the gym. Me, I’m an active watcher of those in the gym.
Was. Was an active watcher. Six years ago, my fit, self-disciplined husband made me—yes, MADE me—start getting up at 4:30 a.m. to do p90x workouts. One hour every morning of burn.
And the crazy thing was, I actually enjoyed working out. The early morning wake-up calls, not so much. But once I got in the habit of exercising I didn’t mind it so much. Eventually I moved my workouts to the afternoon, after nine hours at the day job and picking up our three kids from school/day care. Challenging, but can be done.
A few years ago I was introduced to the Tough Mudder. A twelve-mile course up a mountain and twenty obstacles designed by the British Special Forces. Uh, seriously? Crawling under barbed wire, jumping over fire, scaling twenty-foot walls while covered in mud and running through dangling vines of live wire? Oh. My. God. It was brutal, painful and so much fun. And I tortured myself by doing the Touch Mudder again the following year. And did I mention, I’m NOT a runner?
This started my obsession with muddy obstacle runs. I’ve done the Rugged Maniac, The Dirty Dash, and other local Mud Runs. Most are 5Ks and not as death defying. Running with friends, helping each other through obstacles, having a little dirty fun and burning calories. The best workout ever.
During cooler months I do Yoga, Pilates, Zumba, and still enjoy mixing it up with p90x or T-25 (short workouts!).
In fact, Sweet on You, my newest release, was inspired while taking Zumba classes a few years ago. A fitness instructor who had overcome weight issues and a tempting baker who attempts to seduce her with sweets. Rayne and Trent are fitness fanatics and enjoy rock climbing, canoeing, running, hiking and other adventures (in and out of the bedroom) together.
There are so many fun ways to workout. I’m always looking for new exercise inspirations. How do you like to burn calories? ;-)
Blurb for Sweet on You:
An extravagant cake design brings small town baker Trent Kipson to fame…
After gaining social media exposure of his culinary art, Trent’s cake design goes viral. Soon he’s contacted by the Cooking Network to host a new show in California. It’s the opportunity of a lifetime for the owner of a modest shop in Portland, Maine, and the financial freedom the network offers could be the answer to all of his monetary problems.
Fitness instructor Rayne Wilde wants the life every small-town girl dreams of…
Rayne wishes for a future full of romance and the pitter-patter of little feet. She wants it all, including a white picket fence and a dog named Spot—which is exactly why she refuses to sleep with Trent, the sexy man who attends her Zumba classes. After a series of dead-end relationships, this time she really is in love. Trent is special, and the fear of letting him slip through her fingers keeps her advances at bay.
Life is waiting—all it takes is a leap of faith...
As their friendship grows and skeletons creep out of their closets, their relationship is put to the test. Stakes get higher, and the spark between them burns hotter than ever before.
Can they handle the heat when life-changing secrets are exposed, or will the fear of being burned send them on two different paths?
BIO:
Marianne Rice writes contemporary romances set in small New England towns. When she’s not writing, Marianne spends her time buying shoes, eating chocolate, chauffeuring her herd of children to their varying sporting events, and when there’s time, relaxing with fancy drinks and romance books. You can find her on Facebook, Twitter, Google+ and on her website at www.mariannerice.com
Buy Links:
Amazon:http://amzn.to/23nWRe9
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Sweet-You-Wil...
I met my husband in college. He was a middle linebacker and I was a love-sick nineteen year old checking out his buns of steel and massive biceps. And other things as well. He’s always been athletic and active in the gym. Me, I’m an active watcher of those in the gym.
Was. Was an active watcher. Six years ago, my fit, self-disciplined husband made me—yes, MADE me—start getting up at 4:30 a.m. to do p90x workouts. One hour every morning of burn.
And the crazy thing was, I actually enjoyed working out. The early morning wake-up calls, not so much. But once I got in the habit of exercising I didn’t mind it so much. Eventually I moved my workouts to the afternoon, after nine hours at the day job and picking up our three kids from school/day care. Challenging, but can be done.
A few years ago I was introduced to the Tough Mudder. A twelve-mile course up a mountain and twenty obstacles designed by the British Special Forces. Uh, seriously? Crawling under barbed wire, jumping over fire, scaling twenty-foot walls while covered in mud and running through dangling vines of live wire? Oh. My. God. It was brutal, painful and so much fun. And I tortured myself by doing the Touch Mudder again the following year. And did I mention, I’m NOT a runner?
This started my obsession with muddy obstacle runs. I’ve done the Rugged Maniac, The Dirty Dash, and other local Mud Runs. Most are 5Ks and not as death defying. Running with friends, helping each other through obstacles, having a little dirty fun and burning calories. The best workout ever.
During cooler months I do Yoga, Pilates, Zumba, and still enjoy mixing it up with p90x or T-25 (short workouts!).
In fact, Sweet on You, my newest release, was inspired while taking Zumba classes a few years ago. A fitness instructor who had overcome weight issues and a tempting baker who attempts to seduce her with sweets. Rayne and Trent are fitness fanatics and enjoy rock climbing, canoeing, running, hiking and other adventures (in and out of the bedroom) together.
There are so many fun ways to workout. I’m always looking for new exercise inspirations. How do you like to burn calories? ;-)
Blurb for Sweet on You:
An extravagant cake design brings small town baker Trent Kipson to fame…
After gaining social media exposure of his culinary art, Trent’s cake design goes viral. Soon he’s contacted by the Cooking Network to host a new show in California. It’s the opportunity of a lifetime for the owner of a modest shop in Portland, Maine, and the financial freedom the network offers could be the answer to all of his monetary problems.
Fitness instructor Rayne Wilde wants the life every small-town girl dreams of…
Rayne wishes for a future full of romance and the pitter-patter of little feet. She wants it all, including a white picket fence and a dog named Spot—which is exactly why she refuses to sleep with Trent, the sexy man who attends her Zumba classes. After a series of dead-end relationships, this time she really is in love. Trent is special, and the fear of letting him slip through her fingers keeps her advances at bay.
Life is waiting—all it takes is a leap of faith...
As their friendship grows and skeletons creep out of their closets, their relationship is put to the test. Stakes get higher, and the spark between them burns hotter than ever before.
Can they handle the heat when life-changing secrets are exposed, or will the fear of being burned send them on two different paths?
BIO:
Marianne Rice writes contemporary romances set in small New England towns. When she’s not writing, Marianne spends her time buying shoes, eating chocolate, chauffeuring her herd of children to their varying sporting events, and when there’s time, relaxing with fancy drinks and romance books. You can find her on Facebook, Twitter, Google+ and on her website at www.mariannerice.com
Buy Links:
Amazon:http://amzn.to/23nWRe9
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Sweet-You-Wil...
February 21, 2016
Namaste
I love yoga. Yoga is my chocolate. Well, sort of. Chocolate IS my chocolate, but yoga blisses me out just as fabulously.Yoga is not something you learn overnight. It takes a while – as a matter of fact – years to learn.I don't mean the pose. Anybody can do an adequate down dog after just a few weeks. It's what's going on in the head that takes years to learn.I do Yin and Hatha. Every Yin needs a Yan and that's why I take Hatha. Yin is stillness. Hatha is motion.I love Yin. Let me repeat – I LOVE YIN!!!!Yin is a slower form. But that doesn't mean it's easy. The poses are held for up to five minutes. Settling one's body and mind takes practise. I've watched numerous people come to class, shift and fidget then leave disgusted that they didn't move or get any sort of workout. I want to shout at them – just because you didn't break a sweat doesn’t mean you didn't challenge your body. Take the time and savour the class. It will bring you bliss.The poses are designed to put moderate stress on the connective tissues of the body (tendons, fascia and ligaments), aiding with circulation in the joints and improved flexibility. I can attest to having a damage knee re-stretched in Yin class. For the first few months, in saddle pose, my teacher said I looked like I was in agony. (Not exactly, but close). But over time, the tight connective tissue stretched and eased, making my knee joint less painful. I'm not claiming it cured my knee. The joint is still damaged, but it's less painful and easier to move – therefore improving my quality of life.Then there's the meditative aspect of the class which leads to an inner silence. For the first year, holding a Yin pose for five minutes, my brain went over my day, planned out groceries or plotted the next chapter. After all, I had nothing else to do while I was "just lying there".Now, I settle into a pose and my mind goes quiet. No thoughts. No craziness. Just - Peace. Calmness. Sublime tranquility.How has this helped my writing? It gets me up off my butt and out to class. I interact with real people, not just my characters. And that alone is a good thing. My body now moves more easily. I feel refreshed and energized and when it is time to sit down and write, I can clear my mind and focus on what needs to get done.
My excerpt is from my WIP – From Rockstar to Queen and BackScene set - Erika and Apollo having a yoga session.©DarylDevore 2016Erika walked over to a small closet, opened the doors and pulled out two yoga mats. "Green or purple?"Apollo shrugged and held out his hand."Purple's my favorite color. I had a purple bedroom when I was twelve." She handed him the green yoga mat then unrolled hers. "Shall I lead?""You're the Boss Lady." He settled on his mat next to hers.After switching the music to a New Age music folder, the pounding beat of the rock 'n roll morphed into a mellow tune with the sound of flowing water. Erik sat, crossed her legs and rested her wrists on her knees. "Close your eyes and settle in to your breathing. Feel the air filling your lungs. Providing life giving oxygen. Wow." She chuckled. "I sound like my yoga teacher.""Trying to meditate here. Your chatter's killin' my Zen." His tone was mildly sarcastic.She stifled a snicker. "Sorry." Then focused on her breathing. With each breath, her racing pulse slowed. Her ears caught the soft sound of his rhythmical breathing. She shifted her head a fraction and peeled open her eye. His eyes were closed and his countenance relaxed.She opened the other eye and cast an appreciative glance. His shaggy, light blond hair, the color of a macadamia nut, was damp at the ends. A few strands glued themselves to his neck. His profile was chiseled, not a spare amount of flesh anywhere; firm brow, sculpted nose, full lips. The line from his well-rounded chin to his chest was regal and proud. His muscled shoulders and firm biceps hid the strength she knew was there. Several times in their sparring match, he had bested her with ease. Even more times, she'd had to snap her focus back to the moment and away from a sexual wish.She squirmed on the mat, fighting off the urge to lean closer and run her tongue along the curve of his chest, pausing to flick a few licks across his nipple. The washboard route from chest to the waistband of his shorts was a fantasy waiting to be explored."Are you staring at me?"Erik snapped her face back to the front and closed her eyes. "Why would you ask that?""The denial of answering a question usually means caught in the act."She pushed up to standing. "Let's move on to Namaskar.""Pardon?" He opened his eyes and stood."Sun Salutation. You do know it, right?"He nodded. "Just don't know the Sanskrit names?"Erik lead the class, choosing the Asanas, yoga moves, she liked best or put Apollo in a position she could appreciate. Downward-Facing Dog being her favorite. His weight on hands and feet, legs straight and that ass of his stuck up in the air. The thought of it made her shiver.
Blurb –
Erika Bailey wants a quiet night at her drag queen club; paying customers, fabulous divas, and no fights.
Darien Scott just wants to party; have a few laughs. He didn't want bullets, bloodshed and dying screams.
To save Darien's life his brother asks, "Can you walk in high heels?"
BioDaryl Devore lives in an in old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet country road, or snow shoe across the back acres and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth and a meteorite. She's been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flew high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life's an adventure and Daryl's having fun living it.
Published WorksA Kept Woman – AmazonA Kept Woman – Italian versionA Kept Woman – Amazon - PortugueseSexy Red Hood - AmazonBlack Dorn - AmazonCapri's Fate - AmazonBraced for Impact (Crashing into Love box set) - AMAZON USFL.E.S.H. - US AMAZON
Where to find Daryl DevoreBlog - http://myeroticnotions.blogspot.comFacebook - https://www.facebook.com/pages/Daryl-Devore/280168402052520Twitter - http://twitter.com/daryldevoreGoogle+ - https://plus.google.com/u/0/107866370365154406917(or Daryl Devore)Wattpad - http://www.wattpad.com/user/DarylDevoreGoodReads Author Page - http://www.goodreads.com/DarylDevoreAmazon Author Page - http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B004TJ1354LinkedIn -
February 19, 2016
Shimmy
I'm a belly dancer. No, I'm not a stripper. No, they didn't start off as harem girls seducing the sultan. Think about it - the sultans didn't NEED seducing.There are two main avenues of belly dance – Traditional and American Tribal. Both of these paths have different branches, but I'm traditional.Several years ago, my first belly dance teacher visited Egypt. She sat at the base of the Great Pyramid and had a life changing experience. She studied and trained and eventually began teaching – which is where I come in.The saying is time marches forward – My teacher moved 300 miles away.But – I switched to training with my teacher's teacher. Every Monday, I drive an hour north for class. Other than because of the worst weather a Canadian winter can throw at us, I never miss class.Do you needed to be a skilled dancer to take belly dance? No.Do you need to be young? No. One class had a 74 yr old grandmother.Do you need to be thin? No. My original teacher was plus size and she was one of the most beautiful dancers I've known.There are no full splits or sky high leaps. It's the tiny movements that are the complex ones. As a beginner you learn a simple move, then you add another move on top and then another. It's called layering. You learn to walk. Then you learn to shimmy. Then you add your shimmy to your walk. Then add a chest lift. Next thing you know, you've got five different thing going on while still moving with the music. And --- you're loving every minute of it.Another fabulous thing about belly dancing is called ShimmyMob. It's a fund raising event in support of Women's Shelters. It's a worldwide event that's held in May. There are currently 156 countries registered this year.
Even if you've never belly danced – you can join ShimmyMob. http://www.shimmymob.com
Belly dance and writing. I used a belly dancer in a short story I wrote for an anthology. Christmas Knight in the Exquisite Christmas collection.Doing any sort of movement is good for a writer. We sit and sit and sit. Getting up and moving is good for the body, the circulation and the creativity. Time away from the computer lets the brain have down time, so you and your brain can get back to work refreshed. And what better to way to get refreshed is by shimmying your butt off.
Red Tulip excerpt"When was the last time you were offered the gift of a red tulip?"I turned to see who spoke while I wondered if he was addressing me. A man sat on a park bench, dressed in a dark suit, with a bowler hat, holding a cane and his head bowed. I shifted to continue along the path when his face lifted and I found myself gaping at two glowing green eyes."When was the last time you were offered the gift of a red tulip?"I blinked, trying to look away from those mesmerising orbs. "Uh, never. I mean, no one has ever offered me a tulip.""A red tulip.""Okay, no one has ever offered me a red tulip." Uneasiness slithered through me. "Nice chatting with you."
Smiling, I scurried down the path leading away from the park bench and towards the gardener's shed. With Jacobs being sick today, I had to hurry to get the last of the flower beds cleaned and prepared for spring plantings. The past winter had been bitter. It seemed tree branches and mouse damage wreaked havoc on every one of the one hundred and sixteen different flowerbeds.I slipped my key into the lock, opened the shed door, stepped inside and shut it behind me. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself a moment to indulge in the beauty of his eyes. Emerald green. As brilliant as the gems locked among the diamonds at Tiffany's. Not that I shop there. Couldn't possibly afford anything on a junior gardener's salary, but I do fantasize when wandering the aisles.What would it be like to be with a man like that? For those few moments in his presence, I was unable to think. My breath caught in my lungs. My palms were slick with beads of sweat. I shook my head, opened my eyes, and tugged the ever-present hair tie off my wrist. "Get over yourself, Darcy. A man like that wants a super model who can slink around on eight-inch heels. Not someone who digs in the dirt all day."
Blurb - Darcy O'Calahann, a junior gardener from a small mid-western town, is trying to make her way in the big city.Shamus McTavis is a wealthy bachelor with a mysterious family past.Are Darcy's eyes playing tricks on her? Is she losing her mind? Or is there really a Red Tulip tying her and Shamus together?
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I'm Victoria Adams. I live in Ontario, Canada with my husband and pets. Daughter's grown up and is now teaching. I like to garden, cook and study Raqs Sharqi (Egyptian belly dance). In the summer, cars slow down when they pass my front yard and the passengers gaze at my flower beds. Friends love to be invited over for supper as the meal is going to be good, good for you and nowhere near low-calorie! No dieting allowed at dinner parties. As to belly dancing, find a class and try it. It's a blast! I've been writing since I was little. Being an only child, long car rides were filled with making up stories in my head about the people I saw out the car window. Now, my writing style has taken a split to contemporary romance for adults and contemporary romance for new adults.
Circles Trilogy is my first series.
Dancing in Circles – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009PFNPMG
Circles Divided - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BBKNDACCircles Interlocked - Ebook link - http://www.amazon.com/Circles-Interlocked-ebook/dp/B005S8LI46Print – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/circles-interlocked-victoria-adams/1113052929?ean=9781475268928
A Guy and A Girl - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00L2GRD1U
Blog – Victoria’s Pages of Romance – http://victoriaadams.blogspot.comFaceBook - http://www.facebook.com/victoriaadams.romancewriterFaceBook page – Books by Victoria Adams - http://www.facebook.com/CirclesTrilogy?ref=hlTwitter – http://twitter.com/_VictoriaAdamsGoogle+ - https://plus.google.com/u/0/101309354959026073738Amazon Author Page - http://www.amazon.com/Victoria-Adams/e/B007DVKQVC/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1434080349&sr=1-2-entWattpad – http://www.wattpad.com/user/VictoriaAdamsWix - http://victoriaadamsroroman.wix.com/romance-author
