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September 30, 2014
INDECENT PROPOSAL IS OUT! TODAY!!!
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Today is Release Day for the 4th book in my Boys of Bishop Series!! I love that new cover - just love it!! I hope you'll take part in a contest I'm running for the next ten days! You can win a $50.00 gift card to the book retailer of your choice! Information HERE Perfect for readers of Susan Mallery and Rachel Gibson, Molly O’Keefe’s gritty and sensual tale of passion and politics features the brother of the heroine from the author’s beloved novel, Never Been Kissed. He’s a driven man who refuses to be distracted—until he meets a beautiful bartender who just may change his life.
With his chiseled jaw and thick blond hair, Harrison Montgomery was born to lead. Four generations of Montgomery men have served the state of Georgia, and now he’s next in line. Harrison, though, is driven to right wrongs: namely to clean up the political mess left by his father’s greed and corruption. But Harrison must first win his congressional bid, and nothing can get in his way—not even an angel who served him whiskey and gave him a shoulder to lean on and a body to love for a night. Problem is, she’s pregnant. Scandal is brewing, and there is only one solution: marriage.
Damage control? Ryan Kaminski can’t believe that a cold, calculating political animal now inhabits the body of the emotionally vulnerable stranger who gave her the most unforgettable night of her life. Really, she doesn’t want anything from Harrison, except to be left alone to have her baby in peace. But Ryan is broke, jobless, and essentially blackmailed by Harrison’s desperate family to accept this crazy marriage deal. For two years, she will have to act the role of caring, supportive wife. But what is Ryan supposed to do when she realizes that, deep in her heart, she’s falling in love?
you can buy it HERE or HERE or in Canada HERE
I hope you enjoy Ryan and Harrison!
September 17, 2014
Another Excellent Moment in Parenting: Dinner Edition
1. When I was a kid, my mom made dinner almost every night and we sat around the table and ate it. She made a salad every night. Dinner and a salad. Just about every night. The table was set. Milk was poured and we all sat down together. As a kid I liked this. And when I had kids this was the benchmark in my head. This is the way family dinners look. So, there's that.
2. I have my own food issues, none of them pretty. My brother was a high school wrestler and constantly trying to make weight, which meant that he rarely ate during the winter. At Thanksgiving Dinner he would go for a run instead of sit down. So, I ate his food. I ate all the food I could sneak under my bed, or eat on the way home from the grocery store. Tim's big treat when he was a wrestler was Pop Tarts. He could have Pop Tarts. And he was allowed to keep them in his room so I wouldn't eat them.
Oh, man. That's crazy.
3. I also care just enough (just barely enough)about what my kid's eat that we don't eat a lot of fast food. If I need a night off, I live in a city where I can get sushi delivered, so I skip the burgers and fries. When the kids were little I chose to puree a lot of their food on my own, instead of buying jars of it. Actually - I did that with my first born. My daughter ate a lot more jarred food. But still - I think about preservatives. I think about sodium. I prefer to give my family whole foods.
I fail at this a lot. So I have this guilt...
4. My son used to be a little garbage disposal. There was nothing he wouldn't eat. It was actually a game with my husband and I. Will Mick eat Blue Cheese? YES! He'll eat Blue Cheese. Will Mick eat pickled onions? YES! He'll eat pickled onions. So, perhaps he's rebelling against that now, but he's become picky. Really picky. Nothing with tomato sauce. Very few things that are green. No sauces. No soups. Nothing mysterious. Nothing touching another thing. He'll eat eggs. Eggs in every variation (maybe I should try pickled?) but no pizza. No pasta. No cooked vegetables.
Eggs. Bacon. Raw fruits and vegetables - those are the things he'll eat without any kind of fight or upturned nose.
5. Dinner is my domain. It fell to me because I used to love to cook. Dinner parties were fun. New recipes. Farmer's Markets. I loved all that stuff. Having lots of time and all the food I need in the fridge - a delight! But that so rarely happens on a Wednesday night. Wednesday night I usually forget to take the chicken out of the freezer and the lettuce I thought was still good - is actually a liquified mess in my crisper.
6. All of this is compounded by an internet full of mom blogs by women who manage to plan, shop for and prepare week's full of wholesome family dinners with things like pureed squash hidden inside for extra nutrition - and their kid's eat it! There's proof! Because there are pictures of her happy, healthy kids eating the food on the blog.
So - this is the circle of hell family dinner can be for me. (Probably for most of us).
And with all of this in mind one summer evening, lettuce liquified in the drawer, frozen chicken on the counter, bitterness and guilt in my heart - I prepared for my family:
A pound of bacon and a bag of raw carrots.
They loved it. They ask for it now. I should have taken a picture.
August 27, 2014
Whoa! Summer!!
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The Reader response to this book has been astounding! Thank you to everyone who took the time to write me or to post a review! I am so grateful. In August BETWEEN THE SHEETS came out.
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This is my favorite book I've written and Publisher's Weekly gave it a starred review! “Phenomenal . . . The story is deep, complex, and rich, with emotional tones of hope, loss, regret, pain, and so many flavors of love. Shelby and Ty’s romance is dark, erotic, and gloriously full of joy, a total must-read for any romance fan who likes their sex scenes raunchy and their heartstrings plucked.”—Publishers Weekly (starred review) In September the last of THE BOYS OF BISHOP books INDECENT PROPOSAL will be out.
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It too got a starred review from Publisher's Weekly! "When his cold front meets her fiery spirit, both characters display a remarkable amount of care, selflessness, and chemistry. Their emotional turmoil and mutual confusion feels real, immediate, and wrenching. This is a love story not to be missed." - Publishers Weekly And as if that wasn't enough - In July my book CRAZY THING CALLED LOVE won the RITA for Best Contemporary Romance! Totally astounding and absolutely shocking!
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You can buy all these books HERE and HERE So? How about you? How was your summer?? Full of sand and sunburns?
August 6, 2014
First Undressing Blog Hop
So a few months ago there was that video that circled around about two strangers sharing a first kiss in front of a camera…and then following that up, there was another video showing strangers undressing each other with such care and awkwardness. Smarter writers than I decided this was a great launch pad for some flash fiction. The rules were the stories had to be under 1500 words and the people undressing had to be strangers and there had to be a camera.
Occasionally in spring in Toronto we get hit with these giant clouds of Aphids. It’s very biblical. And if you happen to be out when they invade you run for cover. The first time I experienced this I ran for cover into a bank foyer with four other people, no one got naked, but that was the inspiration. I hope you enjoy and go check out more of the flash fiction. Or do some yourself!! Here is the schedule: http://audranorth.com/2014/07/first-u...
Here goes:
“Oh my God, close the door, close the door!”
Charlotte, yanked the door closed behind her, but it was one of those slow-moving bank doors and it took too long and some of the tiny green bugs got in behind them.
“Jesus, what are those things?” She asked, staring out the window at the dark twilight.
“Aphids.” The man who’d run in here with her said. He’d been standing with her at the corner, checking his watch, bouncing on his toes like when the stoplight turned green he was going to race the cars on the street beside him. She’d been entertained by that – because racing anything anywhere just never occurred to her – and mildly intrigued, because he was built like a guy who had won his fair share of races. He was pretty damn beautiful in that suit, too.
But then the weird cloud of bugs came out of nowhere and he’d pulled her away from the corner, down a side street and swiped his bank card into the reader and brought her in here with him.
“They came out of nowhere,” she said. They were in a bank foyer way off Bloor so it was empty and the bank was closed. The lights were not on in the foyer, so it was all dark.
“Every spring,” he muttered. “Christ, they’re everywhere.”
She glanced back just in time to see him pull his shirt up and over his head. His coat was spread out over the shelf of the ATM.
Holy crap, speed racer in a suit was undressing! She glanced up at the cameras in the corners of the foyer, wondering if anyone was watching.
He ran a hand through his hair, which was short and blond. And she had the sudden sensation of bugs under her clothes and in her hair and she pulled the gauzy dress she wore over her leggings up and over her head, not caring that she didn’t look like she won any races, unless it was to the couch.
There were no bugs on her that she could see, but she pulled the ponytail holder out of her hair and gave it all a good shake. Black curls flopping around in her line of vision.
When she felt satisfied that there were no bugs, she flipped her hair back and caught him staring at her. He blushed bright red and glanced away, guilty-seeming like a boy caught looking.
The coils of interest that she’d worried had been burnt away by Tom, got hot in an instant. So fast, was her desire that she very nearly gasped.
Oh, thank god, she thought, relief giving her goosebumps. He didn’t ruin me, she thought. I’m still here. I’m still me.
“Am I…?” she asked, relief and desire making her bold. Well, she’d always been bold, but that element of herself had been so long in hibernation she’d thought it was gone. “Okay?” she asked, holding her arms out, looking down at her breasts rising up out of her black lace bra, her tummy, her hips. The edge of her pink underwear caught at the waist band of her leggings.
Tom had despaired over her body, pushing her away in the last few months with something close to disgust on his face.
But she’d always liked her curves, the roundness. She felt womanly. Was womanly. And Tom just never got that.
“O…okay?” he asked, nearly chocking on the words. That blush, honest to God, she wanted to corrupt him.
“Bugs?” She asked, spinning around, feeling her long black curls against her skin. And then she felt his hand grazing the edge of her leggings, the top of her hip. She smiled behind her hair because it felt good. As if she were a pool of water and his touch was a rock thrown right into the middle. Ripples. Nothing but ripples.
“No…” he murmured and then cleared his throat. “No bugs.”
“Let me look at you,” she said. She pulled her hair back into her ponytail and faced him head on. He wore a men’s white tank top, untucked from his dress pants, the neck pulled loose as if he’d been in a fight with it.
He spun around slowly, his arms wide at his sides. She saw the darker blond tufts of hair under his armpits and wanted, so badly, to touch him.
“You should take the undershirt off,” she said. “Just to be sure.”
He was facing her again and when she smiled, he smiled too and the pretense was dropped. There were no bugs. Outside this dark foyer there was nothing. It was just them. And now.
“There are cameras,” he said, pointing over her head.
Right. And cameras.
Truthfully, she kind of liked the cameras. And after a while, his hands creeping to the bottom of his shirt, she guessed he liked the cameras too. The shirt was up and over his head, revealing a beautiful chest and a small trail of hair down his stomach into his pants.
“No bugs,” she said after a moment.
“Maybe you need to lose the leggings,” he said. “Just to be sure.”
Oh, well, he was going to one-up her. Fine.
She turned sideways because even men who didn’t like bigger women, had a thing for her ass. She hooked her thumbs over the edge of her leggings and slowly eased the elastic down over her butt. Slow….ly. And he watched like he was learning something.
Had she known she would be getting naked in a dark bank foyer she might have picked different underwear but life was funny sometimes. She kicked out of her shoes, and took the rest of the leggings off. Just as she was straightening up he was there, his warmth, his solid chest, that hair on his tummy. She reached up and slid one finger through that hair, to the soft skin beneath.
He picked her up by the waist and spun, walking back deeper into the dark corners of the foyer. He set her up on the small ledge in front of the ATM. He stood in front of her body and she could see the camera- it’s small red light – over his shoulder.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said. And she’d known that – once upon a time – had walked around with a kind of bone deep confidence that no man could take away from her. Except Tom, bit by bit, day by day, he managed to rob her of that. Or maybe she gave it away, she couldn’t tell.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Can I touch you?”
“You already are,” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist, the tender skin of her inner thighs loving the feel of his pants, the leather of his belt, the soft skin at the base of spine. He had there too, just a little.
His finger traced the edge of her bra. “Take it off,” she said.
“You’re some kind of exhibitionist, aren’t you?” he said with a chuckle, his fingers going around to the hooks of her bra.
“Tonight I am.”
“Was it the aphids?” he asked, joking.
She laughed and then sighed as her bra came apart. Carefully he pulled the cups from her breasts, the straps from her shoulders.
He took a deep breath and then stepped back and undid the belt at his pants, lowered the zipper and dropped his pants. He kicked out of the loafers and then the pants. Standing there in his boxers.
“Now what are we going to do?” she asked.
“I live upstairs.”
“That is remarkably convenient,” she laughed. “Why didn’t you just take me there first?”
He stared at her slack-jawed. “I couldn’t just pull a woman I didn’t know into my apartment.”
Right. Prudent.
“Will you come with me?” He asked.
“Do we have to get dressed?”
“You want to go outside naked?”
“I do.”
He took a deep breath and then smiled. “Why not?”
They gathered up their clothes. She held hers to her chest and he had his slung over his shoulder so he didn’t get anything wrinkled. And then he opened the door to the dark foyer, letting in the city night.
Over her shoulder she smiled and waved at the cameras and then raced with him.
July 31, 2014
Embrace Romance Read A Romance Month!
It goes without saying that my love for romance is rooted deeply. I’ve been an avid reader of the genre for over twenty years, a writer of the genre for eighteen years. I recently attended the 2014 Romance Writers of America conference in San Antonia where the theme was “Remembering the Romance”. As each author spoke about their favorite book, that first love book that got them started in romance, I realized I had read every one. It was enough to make me tear up. (Okay, I cried.)
However, I will admit I have recently had a moment of crisis. I was reading romance but found myself no longer connected to it. My romance writing muse was operating on fumes. My addiction to books in general was dying. It had just seemed that the love was no longer there. The high from reading a great story wasn’t as high as it used to be. The days where I could get lost for eight or ten hours in a single sitting were gone.
Most of this had to do with work and life and all the pressures it commands, but some of it had to do with not finding the love I used to find so easily.
Back when I started reading in the eighties every day seemed like this new gift from heaven. Johanna Lindsey, Jayne Ann Krentz, Elizabeth Lowell, Linda Howard. Oh and did I mention Nora Roberts? It was an explosion of awesomeness and it picked me up and swept me away. It changed my life forever.
Not that there aren’t amazing authors at every turn today, but I think finding them is a little bit harder with the many choices and avenues to choose from. Don’t get me wrong. I fully embrace this new era in publishing where there is a mix and match of indie vs. traditional. Where writers can take chances they never have before. Where sitting down with an actual print book is this kind of special thing that you’re treating yourself too.
I love it all. Except I found myself a little lost amongst the chaos. It tells me that while I used to love Western Romances, I might not have thrived all that well on the wild western front.
I decided this was untenable. Romance reading and writing was such an integral part of my life I had to find a way to reignite the fire. So I turned to my Keeper Shelf.
I have to believe all readers, especially romance readers, have one. That collection of books you just kept adding to and adding to every time you read something that was so good you KNEW you would read it again.
And again.
This is my Keeper Shelf. I’ve moved at least six times, each time transporting these books that have been with me since my teenage years.
My first one, a random pick, The Family Man, by Jayne Ann Krentz. Where she weaves in the themes of family, loyalty and forgiveness so beautifully with a romance you just feel in your bones.
This is what I remember. This what romance books can do. Not only make us fall in love with something bright and new and shiny. But can take us back to that moment when we were fourteen and finding it for the first time and realizing… oh my gosh! People actually write books like these!
This is my new journey. I plan to read every last book on my keeper shelf from 1980-2014 and remember what I loved about each and every one of those books.
Wish me luck! You can find my updates on Twitter.
@StephDoyleRW #keepershelf
And now for the very difficult 2014 RARM Questions
1 – Describe the most daring, adventurous or inspiring thing you ever did.
After college I left my friends and family on the east coast and moved to Seattle Washington because I wanted to see if I could build a life from nothing. (Or secretly I fell in love with the Northwest because of Jayne Ann Krentz and wanted to see if it was as awesome as she said it was.) I had a great two years there I will never forget.
2 – Tell us about your journey to becoming a writer. (How did you decide to get started? Did you always know or was there a specific moment when you knew?)
I started by writing Stars Wars fan fiction. Although it didn’t have a formal name back then. But I was thirteen and I wanted to write a lovely wedding for Leia and Han.
3 – Tell us about The (or A) Book That Changed Your Life. (Why?) I know this is going to seem cliché but I have to say Shanna by Kathleen Woodiwiss. It was my first romance, it was the greatest fun I can remember. It made me a reader when before I was not a reader. And reading, which led to writing, changed everything.
Just pick one question to answer in the comments and I will pick a winner by the end of August for a few copies of my books. Either print or digital.
And since this month is all about reading romance let me recommend a few of my new favorites. For contemporary authors if you’re not reading Molly O’Keefe you should be. She’s just amazing. Laura Florand and her Chocolate series is always desert for . For historical reads I don’t even have to mention how amazing Susanna Kearsley is, I know you all know, but if you aren’t reading Simone St. James I think her mix of history, mystery and romance are absolute must reads as well.
July 5, 2014
NEVER BEEN KISSED is OUT!!!
Never Been Kissed is out in the world! And the reviews have been amazing! Thanks to everyone who bought the book and took the time to post a review – THANK YOU! Here are some of my favorites
June 13, 2014
AJ Cousins talks about Spain, ex-boyfriends and intimacy in her story for SUMMER RAIN
For those of you who might not know I’m a apart of an anthology of short romantic stories called SUMMER RAIN. All proceeds from the volume will be donated to the Rape, Abuse, and Incest National Network , the largest anti-sexual violence organization in the United States. This organization has helped over 1.5 million people affected by sexual assault through their on-line and phone hotlines. They provide funding and education to rape centers and work diligently to change policy for victims. I am thrilled and honored to be a part of this anthology. I am also thrilled to interview AJ Cousins who writes contemporary romance and erotica about smart people finding their own best kind of smexy. She lives in Chicago with her son, where she tweets too much, sometimes runs really far, and waits for the Cubs to win the World Series.
AJ’s story in the anthology – The Rain In Spain, is an intimate, delicate glimpse into a young marriage and the Spanish city of Sevilla
I love how perfectly you capture that moment in a new marriage/relationship when the first blush has worn off and two people look at each other and wonder if the things that were exciting about the other person will eventually become obstacles. Sort of the reality when opposites have finished their initial attracting. Particularly that moment when she stops to look in a courtyard and he pulls her away and says it’s private – I loved that. Such a little thing, but said so much. What made you choose this moment in a relationship for your story?
Part of my choice was purely practical. This was the first short story I tried to write in twenty-five years! I hadn’t attempted to write short since high school, when I wrote Marion Zimmer Bradley Darkover fan fic (not that I had any idea that’s what it was back then) and submitted them to her Sword & Sorcery anthologies. My novels keep getting longer with each one I write, so I knew that fitting a story into fifteen thousand words was going to be a challenge to me. Hence the married couple. I wasn’t confident I could write a love story if I had to start with two strangers, or even two people at the beginning of their relationship. But if I thought about a couple who were already established and were now questioning the foundation of their connection, I thought I could do that justice in sixty pages.
The second part of my choice was sparked by a memory from my twenties. I remembered talking to my best friend once, who I’ve known since seventh grade and who knows more about me than anyone else on the planet, and admitting to her that I’d screwed up hugely, and the consequences were causing me overwhelming stress that I’d been hiding for months. Today, I don’t even remember what the problem was. But in the middle of the conversation, I mentioned that I’d only talked about my troubles one other time, with some guy I barely knew from my local pub. She stopped me. “But why wouldn’t you come to me to talk, instead of some guy you don’t even know?” I told her, “Because I care what you think about me. I don’t give a damn if that guy knows I fucked up.” And that’s the fine line we walk in intimate relationships, I think. Because this person who loves you, who you love, is your rock and your support and the one person who will be there for you no matter what. But sometimes we lose sight of that and take a step back from that intimacy, because this person’s opinion is now also the most important of all to us. If we’re not careful, that can almost make it harder to be vulnerable in front of them when we’re deep in the relationship than when we were just starting out. I think maintaining that fearless level of open communication is one of the hardest things to do, but also the most important to keep a relationship solid. At the beginning of The Rain in Spain, I picture Magda having drifted away from that early intimacy with Javi. He’s become so important to her that she’s stopped telling him things, because she’s more afraid now to lose him than she ever was when they first met.
I jokingly said this story was like a travel piece with sex and feelings! But the story is deeply rooted in place. You make Sevilla come alive. That speakeasy??? I love it. How did you decide which places to include in the story? Was it easy to decide? Or difficult?
I love Sevilla with all my heart. It’s a magical city, especially in the Barrio Santa Cruz, where everything feels timeless because this old Jewish quarter of the city is still a labyrinth of narrow streets and alleys. There are a lot of tourist shops there, but plenty of private residences too, with their garden courtyards hidden behind walls and gates. Every place I used in the story is, or was, a real establishment when I was last in Sevilla. I’m sure some of them are gone today, and I couldn’t find half of them if I wanted to, since my own perambulations took me to bars and dives with no names on the door, far off the main plazas. Looking at my story now, it’s clear to me that I wanted to take Magda and Javi deeper into the city, and further from everything they know, from their comfort zone, with each stop on their wandering journey. So they start at their hotel, home base for tourists, and their first stop is an Irish pub. Bless the Irish. You can find an Irish pub that feels like home in every city in the world, I think! But then there is the speakeasy-like pool hall, and finally the tiny bar lingering open after hours for the locals. In retrospect, I wanted to bring them back to that feeling of being so far from home that you can be your true self again, because you’re far from everyone who might judge you. I wanted them to have that “we two together, alone in this crowd” closeness. But to be perfectly honest, most of this wanting and planning was pretty unconscious! It’s clear to me now why I chose these places, but in the beginning I just borrowed heavily from an amazing night from my own trip to Spain.
That is so remarkably true about Irish Pubs! While not a part of your story, in your Dear Reader letter you mention that you traveled to Spain with an ex-boyfriend. I can barely manage international travel with my family – how was that with an ex-boyfriend?
Traveling with my ex-boyfriend was almost entirely a lovely thing. 
I was raised by a mom who maintained a close relationship with our father even after their divorce, to the point where my mom (who had remarried years before) spent nights in the hospital with my dad when he was in the ICU once. So I didn’t grow up believing that ending the dating/sex part of the relationship meant ending the friendship part too. When my boyfriend and I broke up a few weeks before our planned trip, it wasn’t because either of us had done something horrible or because we hated each other. It was just clear that we weren’t making each other happy any more. So that made it easier to decide to keep our original travel plans intact. The trip itself had a lot of lovely moments actually, because the pressure was off. We’d already brought our unhappiness out into the open, figured out that we didn’t fit together as well as we’d hoped, and were able to travel through Spain and Portugal as friends who’d once been something more, but still cared deeply about each other. There was a rather awkward moment when we first arrived in Spain and my younger sister, who was studying abroad and had arranged our first hotel, kept apologizing for the two twin beds in our room. The hotel had promised her a queen or king-size mattress. We hadn’t told her about our breakup, but I finally confessed that the twin beds were actually just fine, thank you!
I also think that everyone has their own personal traveling style and one of the keys to taking great trips is to travel with someone whose style matches your own. For myself, I don’t need to see fifteen cities in fourteen days, or to spend all of my time checking sights off of my list. I’m very much a Magda-like traveler. I like to settle in a city for a week, go to the same place every day for coffee or lunch. I love it when the bartender or server know my name and I get temporary “local” status. I also like traveling with someone who doesn’t need to spend every moment together. If it turns out that my travel companion wants to see or do something that doesn’t interest me, or vice versa, I’m perfectly happy to spend the day each doing our own thing and then meet up for a drink and dinner at the end of the day. Sharing stories of the things we see while on our own is totally enjoyable to me! When I was traveling with my ex, he was a photographer and I was still trying to write that first book, so we were perfectly happy to go places like the Alcázar and split up. He’d wander for hours taking pictures and I’d wander, parking myself in shady spots and scribbling in my notebook. It worked surprisingly well for us!
What did you think of the short format? (All the pieces are between 10-15 thousand words.) Did you like it? Find it difficult? Learn anything about your process as you wrote this?
I mentioned in my first answer that I definitely found some challenges in the short format as far as plotting and characterization goes. The other unexpected thing I discovered was that writing this short really changes my language. The Rain in Spain is, I think, far more lyrical than most of my writing, in a manner that I don’t know if I could sustain for 100k words. I felt a sort of freedom in the form to move away from what I think of as my “contemporary romance voice” and play with writing that is a more poetic perhaps, and has a different rhythm to it. It felt a little dream-like to me, both the writing state and the story itself, and I really enjoyed exploring that feeling. I went on to write another short piece immediately after this one, a short story set in a drag dance hall in 1930′s London that will be released in an anthology from Dreamspinners, and I’ll definitely do more. This was definitely a growth experience for me as a writer and I’m so glad I had the chance to participate in this project.
Thanks, AJ for taking the time to answer my questions and to all the authors who donated their work. The fabulous Sarah Frantz who edited the stories. Amber at Book Beautiful for that amazing cover. And especially to Audra North who is the mother of all of this. I hope you will consider buying this book and supporting this important cause.
June 10, 2014
GLORY’s Birthday!
It’s release day for GLORY (The Dust Chronicles Book 3)
And to celebrate, my publisher and I are giving away THREE KINDLE PAPERWHITES!!!
Each month this summer, I’ll run a contest to win the customized Kindle Paperwhite, with a gorgeous customized cover!
Here’s the widget for June!
a Rafflecopter giveaway
And as if that weren’t enough, the first 2 books in the series are on sale all month!
June 7, 2014
FREE!
For today and tomorrow, one of my favorites of all my books, my double-Rita and National Readers’ Choice Award finalist, Do Me, Do My Roots is free for Kindle today and tomorrow. Why? Why am I doing this? Well, it’s to celebrate!
For the first time ever, my Lories Award and Beacon Award winning book Balancing in High Heels is available under its original title, Dancing Naked under the Moon and for Kindle. 
I’m hoping that if you haven’t read any of my books, you’ll pick up Do Me for free and decide you like my style and zip on over and pick up Dancing Naked.
What do you say? Are you willing to give it a try?
June 5, 2014
Deviants and Compliance only $2
To celebrate the release month for Glory (releasing June 10th!) Amazon has put Deviants and Compliance on sale for $2 each!
If you haven’t yet tried the trilogy, here’s a chance to get the entire series. More info or order on Amazon.com
Here are what some others have said:
Praise for Deviants
“A deliciously dark, harrowing world, brightened by dazzling characters and sparkling prose.”—Kelley Armstrong, #1 New York Times-bestselling author of the Darkness Rising trilogy
“A tense thriller with a strong, beating heart at its center.”—Diana Peterfreund, author of For Darkness Shows the Stars
“McGowan launches The Dust Chronicles with a bang, painting her post-apocalyptic world with a dark brush and featuring a strong-willed and determined protagonist.”—RT Book Reviews
“Keeps the suspense throbbing . . .”—Kirkus Reviews
Praise for Compliance
*Winner of the NJRW 2013 Golden Leaf Award for Young Adult Fiction*
*Finalist 2014 National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award*
*CCBC pick for Best Books for Teens, Fall 2013*
“McGowan has topped the uneasiness of Deviants’ dystopian story with Compliance’s psychological tension . . .”—CanLit for LittleCanadians
“I can’t wait to read what will happen next.”—Step into Fiction
“I love this series.”—The Reading Cafe
