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Egg-cerpt Exchange with Keta Diablo

About Where The Rain Is Made:
Kindle UK: http://amzn.to/AuW9BlKindle: US: http://amzn.to/ylR4gyNominated for Bookie Award by Authors After Dark.Nominated for Best Romance of the Year by Deep In The Heart of Romance.A decadent-looking savage has captured Francesca DuVall and her brother Marsh. Now she spends every waking moment planning an escape from the camp of the brutal Dog Soldiers. Ethan Gray is a curator at a national museum . . . until he travels through time to help his beloved People. In the Cheyenne world he's known as Meko, leader of the most revered tribe of the plains.Cultures and hearts battle, violence and death haunt the road ahead, but when kindred souls collide, anything is possible. From the windswept plains of Colorado to the placid life of a curator, their love is fueled by passion and kindled by destiny.

Keta has a number of excerpts on her site - visit her to read them

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Egg-cerpt Exchange - Anita Philmar

Only at Amazon -- Hog-Tied and Branded

Blurb - Suzi Calworth has to find the courage to face the man she loves and tell him  she's pregnant with another man's child.

Clint Malone loves Suzi and regrets driving her away.  Yet, can he tell her the truth about himself and risk losing her forever?

Can they both find the  strength to reveal their secrets and let love heal their heartache?

Excerpt -

With a quick lunge, Clint caught her wrist and stopped her retreat. "Rumor has it that you're thinking about not renewing my contract on your land." His face, at the same level as hers because of his position on the stairs, held a worried frown. "I need to know if it's true so I can start looking for a new place to run my cattle."

Anger flashed through Suzi along with disappointment, and she started to shake. What made her think he'd apologize for how things ended between them and want to reconcile?

No, as always his only concern was for his damn cows.

"Well, I'll tell you the same thing I told Mr. Perkins when he asked me. I haven't decided, but when I do, I'll let you both know." She lifted her hand to dislodge his grip and his hand fell away, only to land at her waist.

He stepped up in front of her and held her close. "God, I've missed you." His gaze burned with a fire that shot heat straight to her core. "Don't get mad. I need a taste."

Warm lips settled over hers, soft and inviting, brushing repeatedly against her mouth, demanding entrance until she couldn't hold out any longer and had to surrender.

Now available at Amazon http://www.amazon.com
For only $1.49

Find Anita at
www.anitaphilmar.com
www.anitaphilmar.blogspot.com

Thanks for visiting with us,

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Platte River in Nebraska

Just thought I'd share one of the beautiful sights of Nebraska.

This month along with great egg-cerpts see some pictures of the places I've visited recently. Just click on the picture tab above and see pictures from my latest trip to Santa Cruz.

RT- get out and explore a new place.

Have a great day,

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My Pictures from Santa Cruz

Mike and I hit the road and visited this interesting island.

Hit the picture link above to see some of the sights.

Have a great day,

Tina[image error]

Egg-cerpt from Jeff Gafford

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Barnes & Noble NookIn a small townlike Summertown, it's hard to do anything without just about everyone else knowing about it. Yet despite this fishbowl atmosphere, there is a secret being kept that will destroy lives and ultimately change the town forever.



Blurb:Summertown is a little hamlet in Northern Arizona that accountant Jimmy Stone, a refugee from the big city of Phoenix, has called home for the last nine years. In that time, the biggest things to happen have been the day his first wife did him the favor of leaving him for another man and the day, two years later, when he married his current wife, Tara. He's looking forward to giving his only daughter, Jessica the biggest wedding the town has ever seen, while at the same time helping Tara play matchmaker to the deputy marshal and the school principal. But the simple pleasures of living in a small vacation town will soon to be overshadowed by the airing of a shocking secret that has been kept by the family of a man everyone in town knows to avoid. By the end of the story, people will die, relationships will be ruined and the homey veneer of Summertown will be torn away to reveal the ugly prejudice that infests it.

Excerpts: I started sprinting full-out, but that only lasted about ten paces or so. A bullet hit me in mid-stride that struck with such jarring force that it felt as if my entire body had been hit. I tumbled forward, unable to catch myself as I slammed face-first onto the forest floor. It was strange; I couldn't feel anything and I found myself thinking about that, almost dispassionately, like an outside observer would. I felt the impact on my face when I fell, but nothing else. I couldn't move or make a sound, but other than a kind of fuzzy headache that went from the base of my skull to the top of my head, I was thinking very clearly, trying to piece together what had just happened. The gritty pain of broken teeth and a smashed nose faded to nothing, and as I became enveloped in a feeling of disembodiment, I asked myself, Is this what dying is like? Am I already dead? Then I started thinking about my daughter Jessie and how I wanted to make sure she had everything she needed. I wanted to see my yet-to-be-born grandchildren. I wanted to tell my wife I was sorry for being a fool, that I loved her; so many things left unsaid, undone. How did I get here? I asked whoever was out there. I'm just a small-town accountant. I don't have an enemy in the world that I know of. This wasn't my fight. How did I get pulled into this? Life had been so quiet and simple for so many years in Summertown that it was hard to imagine things could ever go this wrong. As my mind hovered within the limp shell that had been my body, I looked back through recent memories to piece together where the craziness started.---------------------------------------------------------------------------******************************************* "I KNEW IT!" She screamed, half in victory, half in bloodlust. She looked ready to kill me, along with whomever the voices in her head were telling her I was fooling around with. This was the perfect ending to a glorious day, and I had had enough. 'You knew what?" I spat. It caught her off guard, but just for a split second. She came back as hard-nosed as ever."I knew you had something going on the side," she said. She was starting to tear up, but she forced herself to continue. She wasn't going to give me the satisfaction of making her cry. "These past few weeks you've been distant, your mind somewhere else every time I tried to talk to you. When I came in from that lingerie shop you asked about Gina," she said this last like a little girl taunting someone in the playground, "and didn't say anything about what I bought or if you could see it on me or anything!" I tried to get a word in but she kept going, building up steam all the while."And you keep hanging out at the café, flirting with Min right in front of her husband. How sick is that!?" She was expending so much energy spewing her venom that she had to pause to take in a deep breath. I took this opportunity to respond while I could."Are you insane, or menopausal or both?" Perhaps not the best way of defusing a volatile situation, but I couldn't help it, it just came out of my mouth before I could stop myself. "Don't you dare try to make this about me, you bastard!" I was speechless; she had never cursed before, at least not in front of me.I started out trying to reason with her. "What on earth has you thinking I would ever play around on you?" Then I just had to throw more gas on the fire, "Do you actually think I'd want to take on more crapby hooking up with another lunatic like you? And how on earth can you possibly think that I flirt with Min? If I was looking for something on the side, I wouldn't be chasing my best friend's wife, especially when she's every bit as nuts as the wack-job I'm married to!""Oh, you son-of-a—""And don't cuss at me!""Don't try that 'righteous indignation' act with me!" she screamed so loud I was sure the neighbors could hear every word. "You were seen in Payson today, with a girl half your age in your arms, and I know who it was, so don't try to tell me you were with Jessie!" Oh, my Lord. I couldn't even go out of town without the rumor mill grinding out lies. My anger subsided as I looked at Tara, seeing the look of betrayal on her face. If our roles were reversed, I would feel the same way she did right now.I sighed, then in a lower voice I replied, "Yes, I was with Pam Chapman, but we weren't in a lovers' embrace, no matter what you may have heard.""Liar," she accused again, this time with a little less conviction. "You're the liar!" I countered. "You claim I don't notice you when you know full well I can't take my eyes off of you! You claim I flirt with other women when you know I can't keep my hands off of you! What on earth has given you the ridiculous idea that I could ever want anyone but you, when you're all I ever wanted?" Risking a swift knee to the pills, I walked over and put a hand on each of her shoulders and pulled her towards me. She resisted by placing her hands on my chest and pushing, but she resisted less and less until she wrapped her arms around me and buried her face against me. When she finally spoke, her voice was so small that I almost didn't hear. "Did you mean that?""Which part? That you're insane or that I'm hopelessly in love with you?"She mulled that one over. "The second one.""Every word." That was close. I meant the first part, too.She looked up at me, challenging. "Prove it."Well, a man's got to do what a man's got to do. Now, if she could just keep from changing personalities until morning… ------------------------------------------------*******************************Thanks Jeff, for sharing.
Tina

Egg-cerpt from Kathy Reinhart

Kathy Reinhart, author of LilyWhite Lies
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Blurb:Meg Embry has finally faced up to the fact that the shinehas worn off her engagement ring, her family members are the equivalent ofcomfortable strangers and her dreams are running faster than she is. Change isimminent, but where does she begin?With the support of her two closest friends, one who'll makeher laugh and one who'll let her cry, Meg faces life head on and learns thatsometimes, love, family and betrayal are bound together by lily white lies.Excerpt:I bit down on my lip as the door handle slowly turned. Thedoor opened and a big-bosomed woman in a simple gray dress squealed withdelight. "Connor, my boy. Come here and give me a hug. Why do you wait so longbetween visits?"Con wrapped his arms around the woman's waist, giving herwhat she requested. Turning to me, he said, "Meg, this is Ivory…" the affectionin his eyes was apparent as he continued, "She's been like a second mother tome and the only person—other than my grandmother—who could put up with Jokerfor any length of time."Ivory let out a belly laugh. "The ornery one. Yes, well,he's an acquired taste." She extended her hand. "Ivory Steck, I'm thehousekeeper here, and you are?"Taking her hand, I replied, "Meg. Meg Embry.""Embry?" Turning her attention to Con, she asked, "Is yourgrandfather expecting you… better yet, is your grandfather expecting her?"Offering a mischievous smile, Con answered, "I thought we'dsurprise him."Ivory shook her head and motioned us in. "Oh, you will. Theman's over seventy-years-old, you may just be dishing up his last surprise."I found her remark disturbing and turned to Con forreassurance. He smiled and shook his head at Ivory."Mom used to say there wasn't enough arsenic in the world tokill him off so I wouldn't worry about this fazing him."Ivory let out another full belly laugh causing her largechest to vibrate, and then led us from the foyer, down a long hall.The house was enormous with pressed tin ceilings that had tobe at least twelve feet high, an open staircase that was a solid sex feet wideand plank flooring covered with enough lacquer to reflect the light thatstreamed through the floor to ceiling windows. Carved in intricate detail, thewoodwork was commonplace in a house built over a century ago. Antique furniturefilled every corner of every room and framed artwork hung on the walls.The hallway ended at a set of French doors, the glass panescovered by white lace curtains. Ivory stopped I n front of the doors, turnedtoward us, and said, "Good luck," as she knocked twice.I heard, "What is it?" barked out from behind the door.Ivory appeared unaffected by his rudeness. "Your grandson ishere to visit. Shall I send him in?""Grandson? It's been so damn long since I've seen the boy; Ialmost forgot I had one. Yeah, get him on in here."Ivory opened the door, offering a sympathetic smile.Con patted her arm and whispered, "Don't worry Ivory. I'llget her out before he hurts her."I felt my breath catch in my throat. What had I gotten myselfin to? I looked up in time to catch Con wink at Ivory and let out the breathI'd been holding.About the author:Kathy Reinhart, restauranteur turned authorof 3 novels, including the award-winning 'Lily White Lies' lives insouthern Pennsylvania where aside from writing, she enjoys interacting withother authors on her blog 'Ink Drop Interviews', cooking, horses, travel, butmost of all, spending time with her granddaughters, Joonie & the LittleOne.Visit Kathy atBlog: www.inkdropinterviews.comAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Lily-White-Lies-Kathy-Reinhart/dp/0971327882/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1328492163&sr=8-1Website: www.kathyreinhart.com (Under 'heavy' construction)
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Egg-cerpt Exchange with Lizzie Starr

Keltic FlightDouble Keltic Triad: Book ThreeTo the Faerie Gentry of the Otherworld, the fairy wee folk are but a myth and legend. Until the fairy Korin falls in love with a hal-Gentry maid. Foced to bargain with an evil king to woo her, he risks discovery, and his life, to fulfill the conditions. Book Three of the Double Keltic TriadKorin Goodfellow loves the Gentry maid, Nanceen. In order to woo her, Korin bargains with his evil king, who sets seemingly impossible tasks. The first? She must believe in him.

But the folk of Faerie, the Gentry, don't believe in the odd assortment of beings who make up the wee folk. And definitely not in fairies. 
 Nanceen doesn't know what she believes. Until Korin calls to her, then makes his way into her world, becoming a wingless man she can see, touch, believe in. But will the rat king's conditions drive a wedge between them, or force Korin to confrontation, to battle, into risking his life for love?
Excerpt: 
Korin lay back. The leaf dipped with his movement as he reached to one side and snatched at the length of a nearby blade of grass. He tugged until a bit broke off, stuck the end in his mouth, and chewed thoughtfully. Floating high above him, clouds filled the clear sky. Their flat, gray color matched his mood. He sighed and turned to his side, propped his head on one hand and stretched his wings.
As much as he hated to admit it, the first of his king's conditions would perhaps be the hardest to meet. It was the only clear requirement listed on the parchment. She must believe in him.
Korin tossed the shredded stem away. There had been a time long ago, even to the fairy, when both humans and the gentry readily believed in the smallest of the sidhe. Even after the human's religious beliefs forced the gentry underground, then to the Otherworld, the diminutive fairy were honored, or at least remembered, with sweet honey cakes and fresh milk. Korin smacked his lips. It had been a long time since he'd tasted the creamy white ambrosia of milk.
Until humans began to blame the wee folk for their troubles. When aided by the priests, their beliefs in fairies disappeared. But how had the breach with the gentry occurred? Even the legends skirted the issue. There was no history to help him, and Korin was unsure how to proceed. Without Nanceen's belief in him, fulfilling any of the other conditions would be useless.
Useless. That's what he was. The niggling doubt became a surety. Somehow, the Fir Dhaerrig had manipulated him. But at what cost?
Korin flopped to his back, wincing as he folded an edge of one wing under him. He adjusted his position and covered his eyes with one forearm. There had to be a way to make Nanceen--no, he could not make her do anything. He would find a way to convince her of his reality. And the existence of his people. One word flashed through his mind. Over and over until the rapid flashes burned behind his closed eyelids. How?
A shadow covered him, cooling his skin. Cautious, he lifted his arm from his eyes and opened them. A face loomed over him. Startled, he scrambled to a sitting position and scooted back until he pressed against the plant stem.
"Hi, bu'fly man."
The child's whisper sent waves of relief over him. Occasionally there were children who saw fairies, until adults taught the belief out of them. Sadness followed the relief. If children could only retain their beliefs, perhaps the breach between races would be healed. And he wouldn't be fighting to claim love from one of the gentry.
A chubby finger moved closer and he held still. Gently, the child touched the tip of one wing and giggled. "Pretty."
"I thank you, child. How are you called?" At the confusion in her dark brown eyes, Korin asked, "What is your name?"The rosebud mouth formed a silent 'oh'. "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." She giggled again. The clear sound filled Korin with a strange hope. "Who're you?""I am Korin, young mistress." He rose, bowed deeply, then spread his wings to their fullest.
"Bu'fly man. Kor'n."Korin winced at the childish lisping of his name, but cast a brilliant smile to the engaging girl. "Kor-in, young mistress. Are you able to say Kor-in?""Kor'n." Dark brows drew together as she concentrated in forming her mouth around the syllables of his name. "Kor-in."A deep chuckle rose from Korin. "You may call me bu'fly man if you wish." 
art nouveau male fairy brooch by Sliver b3
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  Thank you, Lizzie for stopping,

Tina

Egg-cerpt with Sherry Gloag

His Chosen Bride
Blurb:
        Prince Henri Gasquetis happy to let his father, the king, choose his bride for him until he meetsMonica Latimer.
MonicaLatimer is not prepared to risk letting any man close enough to learn about herGift. A gift that normally has men running for the hills when they find outabout it.




Excerpt:


She lost track of time until the flames caught her attention once more.They flickered from orange to gold, to silver, to white.
A flurry of snowflakes masked the flames and for a second Monica watchedthe most beautiful, pristine snow-scene she'd ever seen. Her lips curved inlonging. How she'd love to get a toboggan and slide down that slope. She knewwhere it was, and had done just that many times in her childhood, first withher parents and then, in clandestine manner, with her brother. Sneaking an oldtin tray from the back of her mother's walk-in pantry, she'd then grabbedBilly's hand and they'd rushed out the back gate, heading for the lakesidetrack that led up into the hills.
Darkness, dense and thick with grief dropped over the scene. Startledand disconcerted by the strength of emotion emanating from the vision Monicashifted to her knees, ready to stand, when a voice, a deep male voice, sharpwith fear called out her name.
"Monica!"
She knew she'd never heard the voice before, and yet—it was as familiarto her as the image she saw in her mirror each morning.
"Help me, Monica."
Desperate for more clues, she searched the darkness within the flamesuntil it sputtered and faded. With a curse she jumped up and ran for the phone.With her outstretched hand hovering over it she halted and let her hand drop toher side once more. What could she say? What would the police or rescue teamthink of her if she called them and told them she'd seen a vision of a man indistress?
They'd laugh in her face and classify her as a lunatic. Well, maybe not.It wouldn't be the first time she'd contacted them with positive informationbut something—an instinctive gut reaction told her what she'd seen this timehadn't happened yet.
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Egg-cerpt Exchange by Penelope Rivers

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In high school, Farrell was cruel toward Toyo Hayashi, the transfer student. Ten years later Farrell is in an abusive relationship with a man named Allen that cheats and lies, and he works a dead-end job with a terrible boss. All that is about to change, however, when he gets hired on at a new wing of his company. Unfortunately, the last thing that he expects is that his new boss is none other than Toyo Hayashi, the boy that he used to bully. Farrell is determined to prove that he's changed, but will Toyo give him the chance?

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This Day in History

1890 - Reporter Nelly Bly circled the globe alone in 72 days.

Read about the woman at
http://www.answers.com/topic/nellie-bly

Another amazing women - Wow, we rock.