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Cathy's Angel - A #RockingSummerRomance by @psthib

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Blurb: Single mom Cathy Johnson is tired of running her life alone…what she needs is a well-trained angel to help out. Jared Savoy gave up the dream of having a family when he discovered he is sterile. Can a confirmed bachelor and the mother of four find love amid normal daily chaos?
 
Excerpt: Cathy ignored the shivers of delight that curled up her spine at the sound of his velvety-rough voice and glared at him for the second time that day. Nice voice, dumb question. Unless he was blind, he could see the tears on her face. She swiped at them. "No, I'm not all right. I twisted my ankle and it’s all your fault." She dropped the blame squarely at his feet.
He halted his movements. "Me? What'd I do? I don't even know you, Lady."
"You interrupted my quiet time."
"Well excuse me for living and breathing." He glared down at her. The gold flames of fury sparking his dark eyes demanded that she not interrupt his tirade. Still, she jerked up her chin a notch, and narrowed her gaze, but bit her tongue.
"I happen to be new to this neighborhood and haven't run across any signs informing me to 'stay out of Ms…' what's your name?"
"Cathy."
"Ms. Cathy's quiet time."
To Jared’s surprise and consternation, she burst into tears.
"I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I'm usually not so rude."
"Of course you’re not," he soothed. "PMS I’m sure," he remarked, patting her shoulder and feeling even more awkward. Women were never his strong point. They were too emotional, and his analytical mind couldn’t cope.
"I don't have time for PMS," she wailed, confirming his opinion. "My oldest child is right now fixing breakfast for the other three, and I've got to get home."
Okay Lord, he thought with a sigh, you leave me no choice but to play the Good Samaritan. Reaching down, he swung her up in his arms. She stiffened.
"Easy now, I'm not going to hurt you," he chided. "Where do you live?"
“Two blocks down, first house on the right," she muttered. Unable to resist the comfort his broad shoulder offered, Cathy buried her head in it and sobbed. "I try to be strong, to take care of everything and everyone," she mumbled. “And I’m so tired of doing it all.”
"No one can do it all."
"I have no choice!"
She was hysterical, he decided, and he was at a complete loss as to what to do about it. "Okay, okay," he soothed. "Take it easy. You won't have to do it all today."
 
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Author bio: Award-winning author, Pamela S. Thibodeaux is the Co-Founder and a lifetime member of Bayou Writers Group in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Multi-published in romantic fiction as well as creative non-fiction, her writing has been tagged as, “Inspirational with an Edge!” ™ and reviewed as “steamier and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message.”
 
URL for Photo: http://bit.ly/SAsS2T
 
Links:
Website address: http://www.pamelathibodeaux.com  
Blog: http://pamswildroseblog.blogspot.com
Face Book: http://facebook.com/pamelasthibodeaux
Twitter: http://twitter.com/psthib @psthib
Thanks Pam for sharing,
Tina

Tina's Titillating Teaser - Evidence of Trust by @StaceyJoyNetzel and @GoddessFish

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Stacey will be awarding a $20 gift card (winners choice) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter at the end of this post. Please click the banner to see the other stops on this tour.

Sparks fly when a headstrong wrangler and an alpha park ranger are thrown together while he searches for evidence to stop the poacher killing animals in RMNP. When the monster turns his sights on Brittany, Joel discovers he’ll do whatever it takes to protect her—even give his own life.

Trust makes all the difference when love and danger collide.

Book 1 of the exciting Colorado Trust Series


Enjoy an excerpt:

Something shifted in his eyes. Light seemed to collect in the gold flecks around his irises. They softened—no, heated.

He took a step closer. “You really want to know why we can’t be friends, Brittany?”

She wanted to say no, but her voice wouldn’t work. Wanted to back up, but her feet wouldn’t move. His voice had lowered to a sensual, mesmerizing pitch that held her rooted to the spot while he closed the remaining distance between them.

“You are frustrating as all hell and drive me nuts.”

Nothing like the truth to break the spell. Now she could move. Except when she took a step backward, the hitching rail brought her up short. Next thing she knew, Joel had braced a hand on either side of her, caging her in the circle of his arms.

“You don’t like me. Fine, I get it.”

“Do you?” he asked softly. “Really?”

She thought she did—until he leaned in as if he was going to kiss her.

“Yes,” she said quickly, wishing her voice hadn’t come out so breathless. As if she wanted his mouth on hers. She raised her hands between them, but hesitated to press her palms against the soft cotton covering his muscled chest. “The feeling’s mutual, by the way. And I don’t want to be friends anymore, anyway.”

The barest hint of a smile curved his lips. “Good.”

Then he brought his hands to her face, threaded his fingers in her hair, and tilted her head for a full-on, passion-infused kiss that scrambled her brain and left her aching for all of him. Confusion was incinerated by desire and any thought of resisting went up in smoke.

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Stacey Joy Netzel is an avid reader and loves all movies with a happily ever after. She lives in Wisconsin with her family, a couple horses and some barn cats. In her limited free time she enjoys gardening, canning, and visiting her parents in Northeastern Wisconsin (Up North), at the family cabin on the lake.

Newsletter: http://bit.ly/SJNnewsletter

Website and Blog: http://www.StaceyJoyNetzel.com

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COLORADO TRUST SERIES

Trust makes all the difference when love and danger collide.

Evidence of Trust, Book 1 - Special Sale price $0.99 (regular $3.99)

Trust by Design, Book 2

Trust in the Lawe, Book 3

Shattered Trust, Book 4

Dare to Trust, Book 5

EVIDENCE OF TRUST

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#RockingSummerRomance Authors Come Join the Fun #MFRWauthor

Authors do you have a book you'd like to share?


Readers would you like to discover new books to read?


Then join the fun.
All summer long, I'm planning to have books on my site that will create a Rocking Summer of great reads. (June 19 to Sept. 22)


Readers, you have the easy part just drop by and check them out.


Authors, you can join the fun by doing an author exchange where you answer a few simple questions.


Ice Tea or Lemonade?
Lake or ocean? Sandals or Flip flops? Sit in the shadow of a tree or on the front/back porch?
Ball cap or floppy hat?
Also email me - link to your book cover, blurb, 500 word excerpt, buy links, short bio. I'll send you the same and we'll both chose dates to exchange our posts.


I'm looking forward to a great summer.


My email is tina9561@yahoo.com


Thanks,


Tina

Tina Tidings - Writing Something

Hi everyone,


I wanted to schedule a post then forgot to write something.


Isn't this the way it is some days when you promise to write something on your book.


You have plan to spend some time writing and life gets in the way.


Or you sit down and nothing comes. You can't decide what you want to write. The scene is not going where you want it to, so you quit writing. You decided your time can be better used by doing something else.


Don't.
I understand why you want you're time writing to produce great content. If your writing is clicking, then you feel as if you're making progress.


Writing less than perfect content is not bad either. I believe it is the way to make your writing grow. By writing down the story, you have a chance to get ideas on paper, then when you go back you can take the story a little farther.


I'm currently working on the last story in the Executive Wives' Club series.


Having written out an outline, I find when I write that certain events pop into my head that aren't in my outline. Usually, I add them to my story.


Example is this scene... (remember this is just part of my rough draft)






Lyndsey smiled and made a comment that drew his attention to her. Like a spotlight switching on in his head, he suddenly saw his relationship with Lyndsey from Knox’s point of view. Where Knox had made no secret about wanting to marry Marianne, Travis had made no promise to Lyndsey about the future. In fact, he suspected if he even mentioned anything other than having a short-term affair she’d bolt.

His gaze jumped back to his mother. She’d warned him not to become involved, not because of her relationship with Knox. No, she claimed it might damage Lyndsey’s relationship with her father.

Until this moment, Travis hadn’t seen how. Did Knox feel as if he no longer had a place in Lyndsey’s life too?

Shoving aside everything else but his need to protect his mother, Travis stepped forward. “Mom, if you want I can head over to Jason tonight and tell him.”

His mother turned. She laid a hand on Knox’s shoulder, moved around him, and walked forward. A sad smile covering her lips, she stepped to him, wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest.

A very intense scene -- Travis is trying to adjust to the news that his mother might have cancer.


Remember to write something. It's better than facing an empty page.


Best of Luck,


Tina

Tina Tidings - writing something

Tina

Do Authors Need a Newsletter?

One of the goals of an author is to have a fan base. These are the people who buy your books and love to read you.

But how do they know you have a new book out?

Check online?
Hear about it from a friend?

Or do you send them a newsletter?

A newsletter is a great promotional tool for an author. Some send out a newsletter every month, others when they have a new release or quarterly. It depends on what you have time to do or what you want to do.

It can be easily setup through a yahoo group.

The author is in charge of the group and can send things out when they want.

Readers can sign up and leave when they want.

If you're thinking about starting a newsletter, you might want to try this and see how it works for you.

Of course in all things, there are many ways to do things. If you know of a better way, please let me know. I love learning new things.

Also, feel free to join my group at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TinaGayle/

Have a great one,

Tina

Tina's Titillating Teaser - A Brand New Address by @RowlandKathleen

Short blurb:

During Earth’s Second Ice Age, Yardley Van Dyke promised her dying mother she'd care for their family by growing food in their greenhouse.  Her family dynamics change when her dad’s fiancé pushes him to sell it.  Hoping to prove her intergalactic garden works in space, Yardley joins a shuttle going to the planet Venus.  She knows the show-off captain, Marchand LaFond, her brother’s best friend.  He’s a thief. 

 

Buy links A BRAND NEW ADDRESS:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/438174

http://www.amazon.com/A-BRAND-NEW-ADD...



Chapter One excerpt:

From the living room Dad’s voice charged its way to the front porch swing. He and his fiancé were at it again. Just terrific.

Hunkered under a fur-lined quilt, Yardley Van Dyke’s head pounded, worsened by the frigid air. As if trapped in a vise, pain squeezed hard from both temples. On the swing she faced forward with her back against the house. Against them. Between them. With their fight on its fourth day, they battled over her late mother’s greenhouse.

Yardley tended it all day, every day.

His fiancé, Pinky Hazelton, wanted to sell it and move into the Biosphere with its profits. Powerless with her at the top of the pecking order, her mouth strained. Around Pinky, she forced it into a straight line.

Why did Dad ignore her promise to her dying mother? For three years, she’d grown food for the family. Mom’s hodge-podgy structure protected plants against the freeze of Earth’s second ice age. Yardley met the challenge of gardening in the frigid hinterlands, but without a surplus to sell, she had the low pro of a subsistence gardener. She reined in ideas to maximize sunlight although her latest effort worked.

Discarded Mylar balloons reflected light. With fifty mounted, she pinched fewer dead leaves. Under the quilt she balanced a basket of peas on her lap, proof of success from her dirt-candy world. Yardley took a pod, tore down the string, and dumped peas into the basket.

Inside the cabin Pinky screamed, “Time is running out.” Timeliness, a variation of her hammering technique, arose with every current event.

“I’ll think on it.” Dad’s voice razzed like a trombone.

“Better be quick.” As Pinky squawked about the essence of time, the trombone cranked louder and louder. Their bombardment sent Yardley a wakeup call.

Her hands shook, and she stopped shelling for one reason. She predicted their routine. Dad blew a gasket before giving in. After that, Pinky won.

He yelled, “Stop needling me, Pinky.”

Hearing a smash, Yardley jerked upright. A crashed dish against the wall? She had no idea what would come next. A flipping of a table?

His fiancé screamed, “Yeah? Put this in your data bucket. An ice cap moves south.”

She imagined Dad’s face turning beet red as he fumed just short of a gasket-blow.

Rubbing one side of her head, she faced the frigid combination of family tension and the twenty-second century ice age. Their now quiet cabin in Newport Beach, California sat in an Arctic spruce forest with northern Siberian climate suffering an annual drop of five degrees.

“Cold, colder, and about to be coldest.” Pinky filled the vacuum with truth, but was timing immediate?

“You know, Pinky. While I tested you out, you took over.” Dad’s off-topic roar revealed bitterness, but he’d come around to her side.

“Good thing I did. Want to sit on a polar ice cap? It kills everything that’s not dead.”

Sick of listening to them, Yardley’s gaze shifted to the porch steps. With the inclement weather, they’d turn slick. She’d slip and spill her peas if she stepped down them to walk the path to the greenhouse. Not quite done shelling, a syrupy voice came through the rough-hewn triple-plank wall.

“I don’t want you dead, sweetheart.” Pinky’s wear-down entered its completion stage.

An icy gust blew strands of hair across Yardley’s face. She groaned and let it be. If she moved her hands, she’d spill the pods. Her thoughts shot from the greenhouse issue to a parallel problem. Without the greenhouse, she’d be a non-contributing eighteen-year-old still living at home. Pulling the quilt over her head, she preferred the ice-age temperature to hanging out with them.

Using a chipmunk voice on herself cheered her up. Yardley, there’s no work for you. Run along, won’t you?

Inside the cabin Pinky fueled her hissy fit with a nightmare. “Oh, Robert,” she said, “I had a bad dream.” Pinky’s premonitions often came in this form. “If we stay here, we’ll die of full-body frostbite.”

The chipmunk squeaked in her mind. Bit of a cold snap.

“No one wants that.” Dad’s tone warmed up.

Yardley’s throat tightened. She swallowed a lump of raw emotion but refused to cry or give into defeat. She listened to Dad’s steady voice as he brought up hidden expenses at the Biosphere. “Selling the greenhouse might get us in, Hon. But can we afford it long term?”

Right on, Dad. Don’t give up.

“Sweetheart, we need a contract.” Within the cabin, the drama queen spoke matter-of-factly. “I know people at BotGen Incorporated.”

Yardley cringed, wishing she had the means to incorporate the pink-yappy hour. Since when had Pinky become a member of Botany General’s inner circle? A few minutes passed, and they stopped talking. Was smooch-kissy-face going on? Great.

Somewhere inside, her twin brother wandered about. At times like this, Skeeter bugged the crap out of her. Nothing about Pinky bothered him including her obsession to watch century-old movies. A few nights ago he’d shared his crush on a girl who lived at the Biosphere. Yardley had nowhere to go.

During the feature, BRING IT ON, Pinky turned into a cheerleader with rah-rahs for Sharlene Mantis. Snobnoxious Sharlene wore brand new argyle sweaters and talked about how much they cost. Ugh. Yardley pressed a palm against her stomach. The idea of fitting in with the Biosphere’s upper crust made her want to hurl. Didn’t Skeet know? Without money and status, their family was low on both counts. She didn’t share Pinky’s worship of BioGen’s tippy top, particularly Sharlene’s grandmother, Gwendolyn Mantis. After a run-in with the octogenarian CEO, her late mother had stood up for herself, a singular rarity.

From far away, her dog barked, alerting her of someone’s approach. She decoded all of Honeydog’s vocalizations, and this one didn’t imply danger. Guessing a hunter and not a charging moose, she didn’t unsheathe her paring knife. Willing herself to calm down, she centered her thoughts on the prize she’d won for her gardening talent.

If her mom were alive, she’d bring out the china plates and the linen tablecloth for a dinner in her honor. Her inner chipmunk started up. You rock, Yardley. Your awesome prototype will make you famous.

When? She gazed at the trees, and brittle branches danced in the squall. Balancing on the swaying porch swing, she folded and refolded her certificate. She wanted to crawl into its pleats and cuddle up against words such as congratulations, bestow upon, and honor. Wiping an angry tear from her cheek, she held the precious paper against her swelling heart. The sensation made a gradual change into rigid pride.

Would her BotGen certificate, proof of her accomplishment and hers to keep, lead to concrete recognition? Job independence had to come next, the only way to be these days. The check’s intended purpose of college tuition had to be bypassed. Dad needed the ten thousand for expenses. Not enough to move into the Biosphere, the greenhouse sat on Pinky’s auction block.




Author Bio:






Kathleen Rowland writes multicultural, heart-stopping romantic suspense. With an M.S. in Computer Science, she outlines characters and flow-charts plots before weaving fast-paced action. A regular presenter of on-line point of view classes for Romance Writers of American chapters, Kathleen also teaches writing at her local library in Southern California. Her publishing credits include adult romantic suspense with Amira Press, Whiskey Creek Press, and Eternal Press. When her grandchildren asked to read her stories, she switched to writing a new series for teens.

Her YA/NA INTERVENUS series captures the essence of two futuristic locals, ice age Earth and newly habitable planet Venus. Up against powerful Botany General Incorporated, rugged protector Marchand LaFond and intergalactic gardener Yardley Van Dyke use all the skills at their disposal to survive. As they figure out who they are, they search for answers, sometimes clash, fall into danger— and into love.

Coming from a long line of storytellers, writing fiction comes naturally to Kathleen Rowland. Always looking for adventure, she cherishes time with her husband, Gerry, whether it’s sailing, world travel, or walking the dogs. Having raised three sons and two daughters, they are empty nesters whose family is a huge source of pride and enjoyment.

Keep track of Kathleen at the following sites:

www.kathleenrowland.com

www.kathleenrowland.wordpress.com

www.kathleenrowland.blogspot.com

         twitter @RowlandKathleen
Thanks Kathleen, I love having your book on my site,Tina

Tina Tiding's - Fun in May

I'm sharing my picture of my travels in May on my wordpress blog


http://tinagayle.wordpress.com/




You'll see the beautiful golf course that I played with my son in Knoxville, TN. I went there for my son's graduation from University of Tennessee.


I love the area it is so lush with beautiful trees and rolling hills.





My whole family meet there and then we headed down to Cumberland Island. The picture above is on the island. This is an area where the rich and famous use to play.




After seeing the island, we headed down to Florida. In the next few days on my travel blog, you'll see pictures from the golf hall of fame.




This was a great vacation.




Now, I'm trying to gear up for a summer time event where I'm host other authors on my blog all summer so stop back by to find new authors.




Have a great week,


Tina

Tina's Titillating Teaser with @TheGoddessNaomi

Blurb:  
An ordinary--but thoroughly unexciting--existence suits Tara just fine. The mundane is much preferred over the drama, heartache, and betrayal of her recent past. But a freak accident interrupts that quiet peace when Tara suddenly finds herself in possession of a new power, one that allows her to see the true forms of a dangerous group of shapeshifters that call themselves Metamorphs. The Metamorphs quickly recognize her newfound power and all its threatening potential--and many of them decide that eliminating this threat is the only way they can survive.

Marshall, a wickedly attractive Metamorph who is employed by the government, sees things differently. He is assigned to whisk Tara away to a private island to keep her safe until his organization can decide what to do about her. Tara, who learned the hard way not to let a man dictate her life, refuses his forced "offer" of protection and escapes his custody. But after a vicious attack by one of the Metamorphs who have resolved to kill her, she reluctantly agrees to accept Marshall's security. As they spend time together in hot, close quarters and learn more about each other, passion flares. At the same time, Tara's hope to return to her normal life is shattered when they discover a deadly secret. Both must reach past their differences, overcome their fears and learn to trust each other in order to stay alive.
Excerpt:
“So then I said…hey, are you listening to me?” Lola asked, waving her hand in front of Tara’s face.
“Yes, I’m listening. You said Alice ate someone’s month-old sandwich she stole from the lunchroom refrigerator and got sick.”
“You don’t seem especially interested in my fascinating story. Your eyes are meandering around like your brain is somewhere far away. Are you thinking about anything particular? Something you want to share?”
Tara didn’t. She was thinking about nothing and enjoying it immensely.
Her friend didn’t wait for an answer and resumed her narrative. Tara took the opportunity to focus on a man who had caught a bit of her attention. He had dark hair that was just a little longer than was the fashion, but it looked good on him. Sunglasses hid his eyes, but the rest of his face was attractive, if one enjoyed the rugged, dangerous look. Tara did. Pretty boys made her nervous. She could never be with a man who spent more time on grooming than she did. This one looked like he woke up with the same sexy dark shadow on his chin that he now sported. She crossed her legs, a twinge of heat causing her heart to beat faster.
Dark and Dangerous sat with several other men and women who were dressed like they had just come from their office, the same as her group. His rigid posture suggested military training and his facial expression was serious. Unlike the others in his group, he didn't appear to be having a good time. She couldn’t tell for sure, but it looked as if he was drinking bottled water. What was he doing at happy hour?
From what she could see of his upper torso through his button-down work shirt, his body was in good condition, a welcome change of pace from most men she dealt with in her work environment. Too many of them had let themselves go, developing beer bellies and sagging chins at a young age. She leaned a little farther in her chair to get a better look.
“Hey now, you checking out that man candy over there? I thought you weren’t interested in the opposite sex,” Lola teased.
“I’m trying to see that woman he’s with. She looks familiar.”
This was partially true. Tara was sure she’d seen his companion once or twice. Right now, the woman was laughing loudly with one of those raucous, grating laughs that sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
“Yeah, she does something around here. I see her a lot, too. Damn, that laugh of hers is enough to make you want to rip off your ears. You think she’s drunk?” Lola asked.
She was something, if not drunk. Her companion had to move more than once to avoid her sloshing drink. Suddenly, all the noise and bar smells got to Tara. Her mysteriously heightened senses had reached overload and it was time to go. She hugged her friend and dug her keys from her purse.
Buy links:
http://www.amazon.com/Her-Wild-Protector-Paranormal-Romance-ebook/dp/B00JD7TWYG/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1398828400&sr=8-6&keywords=her+wild+protector  
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/her-wild-protector-naomi-bellina/1119054658?ean=9781460330814
http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/her-wild-protector
Buy links shortened:
KoboAmazonBarnes and NobleGoogle Play
Harlequin
Bio:
Naomi lives in sunny Florida with the love of her life and a magical calico cat. She writes for various fiction and non-fiction markets but finds she is drawn to romance because her characters insist on canoodling and falling madly in love. So she lets them. Occasionally, however, they go to dark and strange places. She lets them do this also. Her interests include dancing, hula-hooping, drumming, and creating healthy meals. She takes the opportunity to play and have fun whenever possible. Her motto:  Never pass up the opportunity to have an adventure!Visit her at http://www.naomibellina.com/   Links:
Naomi Bellina Provocative tales of love, lust, passion and magic http://www.naomibellina.com/http://www.facebook.com/NaomiBellinaAuthor
https://twitter.com/TheGoddessNaomi
Thank you so much for sharing your book with us,


Tina  

Hooked on Finding New Books with @mfrwauthor

Then you've come to the right place.


Marketing for Romance Writers runs this event every week so that readers can discover great new books.


Here's my book for this week.


Blurb -  Sylvia Donovan is emotionally wounded from the unexpected death of her husband and still haunted by their last conversation: his request for a divorce and his confession of love for another woman.  Her husband gone, her only daughter off to college, Sylvia faces the challenges of learning to live alone and move on with her life.Vince Wilshire, enchanted with Sylvia, is more than willing to do what it takes to capture the heart of the hurting and untrusting Sylvia.Can he help her forget the past and make her believe in love again? ExcerptThe door clicked open.Wrapping his hand around the handle to keep from reaching for her, Vince Wilshire shoved the door open. "Are you ready for this?"Her face mere inches from his, he noticed a brief flash of panic in her eyes before Sylvia Donovan lifted her chin and stepped through the entrance. "Nothing I haven't seen before. Or probably won't see again."He understood she meant the task of doing a job, but for some reason his brain registered the sexual implications of the comment. "Oh, man, you're brutal. Some things you know get better with age.”Matching his steps to hers, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and leaned in close. He whispered beside her ear, "It's all a matter of knowing how to use what you've got."She shrugged and shifted away from him, eyeing him with a raised brow. "Yes and some people are amateurs, Mr. Wilshire. You, I take it, are an old pro who knows how to wield your sword with the best of them."Laughter bubbled up into his throat. He marveled at her sassy tone and didn't relinquish his grip. "I must admit I’m very good at a few chosen tasks." Purchase ebook at:  Smashwords | Amazon | B&N | Kobo |  Read the 1st chapter on my website. http://www.tinagayle.net/CFO'sAffairChpt.html