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Day Twelve... of the Twelve Days of Hard Wood, Soft Heart
Day Twelve is here!
The end and the beginning.
No, it’s not quite as Biblical as that, but it has surprisingly (utterly surprised author right here) worked out perfectly time wise, because…
Hard Wood, Soft Heart is out today!!!
Yes, you will no longer be forced to rely on my daily ramblings and teases for a taste of new Chloe Stowe romance/smut/adventure/true love. You get the real deal now with no silly asides from the author. You, my friends, are the lucky ones. I’ve got to live with the asides-thing 24/7… kind of like an extra toe. See how lucky you truly are?
So, without further adieu…
Chapter Eleven: Creosote Bushes and Bearpoppies
“The key slipped into the lock with surprising ease. Saul was shaking so bad he had feared that he’d need some kind of back up just to get into his door.” (page 162)
So we end with bearpoppies. How many multi-day teasing blogging events end with bearpoppies? You guys must have a very eager leprechaun in your pocket. Luck is just raining down on you in four-leaf clovers.
I hope I’ve been able to bring a smile into your lives and perhaps a little insight too. Humbly, I ask you to consider adding Hard Wood, Soft Heart into your library. I really do think you’ll enjoy it.
Well, until the next time we meet, please pick up a milkshake on your way out. Any flavor you want, babe, you’ve got it.
Until next time, everyone…
Chloe Stowe
The end and the beginning.
No, it’s not quite as Biblical as that, but it has surprisingly (utterly surprised author right here) worked out perfectly time wise, because…
Hard Wood, Soft Heart is out today!!!
Yes, you will no longer be forced to rely on my daily ramblings and teases for a taste of new Chloe Stowe romance/smut/adventure/true love. You get the real deal now with no silly asides from the author. You, my friends, are the lucky ones. I’ve got to live with the asides-thing 24/7… kind of like an extra toe. See how lucky you truly are?
So, without further adieu…
Chapter Eleven: Creosote Bushes and Bearpoppies
“The key slipped into the lock with surprising ease. Saul was shaking so bad he had feared that he’d need some kind of back up just to get into his door.” (page 162)
So we end with bearpoppies. How many multi-day teasing blogging events end with bearpoppies? You guys must have a very eager leprechaun in your pocket. Luck is just raining down on you in four-leaf clovers.
I hope I’ve been able to bring a smile into your lives and perhaps a little insight too. Humbly, I ask you to consider adding Hard Wood, Soft Heart into your library. I really do think you’ll enjoy it.
Well, until the next time we meet, please pick up a milkshake on your way out. Any flavor you want, babe, you’ve got it.
Until next time, everyone…
Chloe Stowe
Day Twelve: "Gall or Guts? A Misadventure in Hope"
It’s here! The release of Peak and Thrust today means the official end to… *one more time folks, with feeling*… the “Peak and Thrust 12 Day Sneak Peek Event!” It’s been a long haul and I, for one, am glad to be rolling this 18 wheeler into Point: Destination… Ok, I apologize. Apparently my sub-conscience has been enjoying a “Smokey and the Bandit” marathon without inviting my conscience to join in. Well, I hope there was lots of buttered popcorn involved and everybody brought protection.
Now, aren’t you going to miss my quirky sense of humor? Good thing you can find a ton of it in Peak and Thrust… that’s it, folks, final plug. I’m all plugged out but please let my publisher know that I plugged well and with heart. *winks*
As my blog readership has soared this week, I wanted to end this on a particularly memorable note. But how?
I decided to give you a memory. Raw, uncut and something I’d rather forget but know I never will.
During the worst of my times at Auburn University, I skipped classes. A lot of classes. As in almost all. I’m the kid who was never in detention in school, never got a failing grade on a report card, got nothing but gold stars from my teachers. Yeah, I was that annoying kid. However annoying it was though, it was me. It was as much a part of who I was as anything else. I never, ever wanted to fail people. Seeing disappointment in a person’s face was paramount to a punch in the gut for me… Yeah, I guess you could say I was messed up even then but didn’t know it.
Anyhow, I was skipping classes. One of the worst days of that whole experience was also one of my gutsiest I must say. See if you agree…
I had signed up for an Accounting class in my sophomore year. I was pre-engineering but needed the class to meet some requirement or other. In January, I went to the first day of class. We had assigned seating. I was assigned the very first seat on the very first row. I couldn’t have been more noticeable.
The next time I stepped into that class was three months later, on the day of the final. I walked in there and sat my screwed up ass down in my front row seat and took that test the disgusted and rather galled professor handed me. There were whispers. Why the hell wouldn’t there be whispers?
For two and half hours I sat in that class and tried my hardest to pass that final. Never mind the fact that I had missed all the tests, all the assignments, everything of the class. I was determined to pass that last test.
I didn’t. Even after weeks of reading cover to cover that Accounting text book, putting terms to memory, doing every exercise that book gave me, I didn’t pass.
Come on, I didn’t deserve to. I know that.
But I tried. Even though my mind and my co-conspirator of a body wouldn’t let me sit through a single class any more, even though I was drowning in denial, embarrassment and self-hatred, I walked into that classroom on that last day and took that damned test.
What does that say about me? It certainly speaks as to how messed up I was at the time. It absolutely proves that I can be an arrogant bitch on occasion. But I’d like to think that it also shows how I never, ever let go of hope. I dragged that dried up kernel of hope in with me that final day and plopped it up on that desk in front of me.
Gall or guts? It’s your call. To me, it’s simply one of the worst days and best days of my life. Talk about ironic, huh?
Ready for your “final” sneak peek?
Chapter Eleven: Of Trellises and Beady-Eyed Rats and Endings
“Her neck crooked to the side as she looked up at Laird like a dog facing off against a yodeler. “You don’t look like one of them,” Philana accused slowly.” (page 160)
Hmm… a bit of a mystery I’ve left you with, huh? I hope it’s just enough of a tickler to welcome Peak and Thrust into your library as you have so graciously welcomed me and my craziness into your lives these past twelve days.
Until next time…
Chloe Stowe
Peak and Thrust available today at Amazon, AllRomance Ebooks and through my publisher:
http://www.ravenousromance.com/m/m/pe...
Chloe Stowe
Now, aren’t you going to miss my quirky sense of humor? Good thing you can find a ton of it in Peak and Thrust… that’s it, folks, final plug. I’m all plugged out but please let my publisher know that I plugged well and with heart. *winks*
As my blog readership has soared this week, I wanted to end this on a particularly memorable note. But how?
I decided to give you a memory. Raw, uncut and something I’d rather forget but know I never will.
During the worst of my times at Auburn University, I skipped classes. A lot of classes. As in almost all. I’m the kid who was never in detention in school, never got a failing grade on a report card, got nothing but gold stars from my teachers. Yeah, I was that annoying kid. However annoying it was though, it was me. It was as much a part of who I was as anything else. I never, ever wanted to fail people. Seeing disappointment in a person’s face was paramount to a punch in the gut for me… Yeah, I guess you could say I was messed up even then but didn’t know it.
Anyhow, I was skipping classes. One of the worst days of that whole experience was also one of my gutsiest I must say. See if you agree…
I had signed up for an Accounting class in my sophomore year. I was pre-engineering but needed the class to meet some requirement or other. In January, I went to the first day of class. We had assigned seating. I was assigned the very first seat on the very first row. I couldn’t have been more noticeable.
The next time I stepped into that class was three months later, on the day of the final. I walked in there and sat my screwed up ass down in my front row seat and took that test the disgusted and rather galled professor handed me. There were whispers. Why the hell wouldn’t there be whispers?
For two and half hours I sat in that class and tried my hardest to pass that final. Never mind the fact that I had missed all the tests, all the assignments, everything of the class. I was determined to pass that last test.
I didn’t. Even after weeks of reading cover to cover that Accounting text book, putting terms to memory, doing every exercise that book gave me, I didn’t pass.
Come on, I didn’t deserve to. I know that.
But I tried. Even though my mind and my co-conspirator of a body wouldn’t let me sit through a single class any more, even though I was drowning in denial, embarrassment and self-hatred, I walked into that classroom on that last day and took that damned test.
What does that say about me? It certainly speaks as to how messed up I was at the time. It absolutely proves that I can be an arrogant bitch on occasion. But I’d like to think that it also shows how I never, ever let go of hope. I dragged that dried up kernel of hope in with me that final day and plopped it up on that desk in front of me.
Gall or guts? It’s your call. To me, it’s simply one of the worst days and best days of my life. Talk about ironic, huh?
Ready for your “final” sneak peek?
Chapter Eleven: Of Trellises and Beady-Eyed Rats and Endings
“Her neck crooked to the side as she looked up at Laird like a dog facing off against a yodeler. “You don’t look like one of them,” Philana accused slowly.” (page 160)
Hmm… a bit of a mystery I’ve left you with, huh? I hope it’s just enough of a tickler to welcome Peak and Thrust into your library as you have so graciously welcomed me and my craziness into your lives these past twelve days.
Until next time…
Chloe Stowe
Peak and Thrust available today at Amazon, AllRomance Ebooks and through my publisher:
http://www.ravenousromance.com/m/m/pe...
Chloe Stowe
SPECIAL EDITION: Quiver
Today I celebrate the release of my 17th novel! Now available at all the usual suspects (Amazon, All Romance Ebooks, Barnes & Noble, Ravenous, etc...), I hope you will enjoy a little quiver of romance.
My "normal" daily blog will be posted later today (without any of this self-promotion), so please join me then for the expected madness.
Thank you for giving Quiver and me a glance.
Chloe StoweChloe Stowe
Blackmailed to return home to England, Brevyn Steed, with Samuel Lyon at his side, must confront Brevyn’s troubling past and a brother who openly despises him.A brilliant theft, a surprising death, the hidden agendas of all are confronted in Quiver, the romantic conclusion to “The Lion and the Steed” series.What started as a brief, though intense love affair between two startling different men has grown into an epic tale of writhing drama, heart-pounding sex and now quivering, beautiful completion.Love conquers all, but at what cost?
My "normal" daily blog will be posted later today (without any of this self-promotion), so please join me then for the expected madness.
Thank you for giving Quiver and me a glance.
Chloe StoweChloe Stowe
Blackmailed to return home to England, Brevyn Steed, with Samuel Lyon at his side, must confront Brevyn’s troubling past and a brother who openly despises him.A brilliant theft, a surprising death, the hidden agendas of all are confronted in Quiver, the romantic conclusion to “The Lion and the Steed” series.What started as a brief, though intense love affair between two startling different men has grown into an epic tale of writhing drama, heart-pounding sex and now quivering, beautiful completion.Love conquers all, but at what cost?
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