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August 13, 2014
Demon Summer – Part 3
Today I launch Demon Summer part 3 with a special sale on Seeds of Immortality.
It’s just 99¢ at: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AU5OZS8
August 10, 2014
The next chapter.
I’m blogging today over on the SMP Author site. Stop by and find out about THE NEXT CHAPTER: http://smpauthors.wordpress.com/2014/08/10/the-next-chapter/
August 7, 2014
Thursday Threads
Today’s Thursday Threads . . . is ME!
Title: Son of Thunder
Genre: Paranormal Romance
One Line Hook: The son of Thor has a lot to live up to, and no time for love.
Heat: Sizzling
The Heavenly War begins!
A prophecy centering on a mortal woman, makes her the focus of events that could lead to Ragnarok, the Twilight of the Norse Gods and the end of the world.
Know this. The Son of Thunder and this daughter of Midgaard will venture to the lands of Svartalheim and Jotunheim, to the very bowels of Utgard Keep. The power of the three artifacts will be reunited and the old ways will pass. A secret from the past is the key to the future, but a life must be freely given if the Golden City is to be saved.
From the icy wastelands of Svartalheim, land of the dark elves, to the towering peaks of Jotunheim, home of the frost giants, and right to the golden gates of Asgaard, the saga begins as war ravages the heavens.
Son of Thunder is the first in the Heavenly War Series, a combination of fantasy, mythology and romantic adventure.
Blurb:
The man looked like a god. Then again, he was one. . .
Jord Thorson was a god– the son of Thor, the Norse God of Thunder. In his search to find his missing father, Jord seeks out the mortal, Meghan Larson, who is in possession of his only clue–Megingjörð, Thor’s magical belt of power.
But when the belt decides to take matters into its own hands, locking itself around Meghan’s waist, Jord and Meghan are plunged into the middle of a massive conflict that rages across the heavens.
Giants, magical artifacts, and a golden city in the clouds weren’t exactly what Meghan Larson expected when that amazing belt arrived at her museum. Now Megingjörð is stuck around her waist and talking to her in her head. She’s got to be dreaming, but with the wonders around her and hunky Jord Thorson at her side, Meghan’s not sure she wants to wake up.
Son of Thunder, available at: http://www.amazon.com/Son-Thunder-Heavenly-Series-ebook/dp/B00BJ64GPY
S. C. Mitchell is also the author of Swiftly Beats the Heart, There’s no such thing as Werewolves, The Forsaken Templar, and Seeds of Immortality.
Find him at:
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Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B007D0Z1MW
August 5, 2014
Romance Weekly – #LOVECHATWRITE
Do you like to read romance novels? Wouldn’t you like to know more about your favorite authors? Well you came to the right place! Join the writers of Romance Weekly as we go behind the scenes of our books and tell all….. About our writing of course! Every week we’ll answer questions and after you’ve enjoyed the blog on this site we’ll direct you to another. So come back often for a thrilling ride!
Whether you’re joining me this week from J.J. Devine’s blog, or starting your journey here, Welcome!
This week, we’re switching things up a bit with a writer challenge. We need to come up with that quick, go-to, 15 minute dinner idea and I’ve decided to present mine in story form featuring Jord and Meghan from Son of Thunder. This scene happens after the events in that book. Coincidentally, this is also the same meal I cooked last night. (Pictures are from that. Well, except for that one…)
*****
It took hours longer than it should have for Jord and the other Asgaardians to round up the fifteen dark elves trying to sneak through the portal between Svartalfheim and Midgaard, and as Jord exited his hasty, but much needed shower, he knew the slow cooked, romantic dinner he’d promised Meghan was never going to happen. She’d be home in less than half an hour and he wanted something ready by the time she walked in the door.
Sliding into clean shorts, he headed toward their pantry. He could dress later. He needed to get something cooking. But what to fix?
He knew he was saved when he spotted the jar of red sauce. Beside it leaned a box of spaghetti.
“Yes!” He grabbed the big pasta pot and filled it with water, setting it on the stove top on high. He placed a smaller pot next to it and dumped the jar of sauce into that. A medium-low setting would allow it to heat up and simmer.
Now, how to spice things up a bit?
Jord opened a bottle of wine, allowing it to breath, then checked out the refrigerator. The mushrooms in the veggie drawer would give the bottled sauce a home-cooked, custom feel. There was certainly no time to make meatballs.
As he reached for the mushrooms, a tube rolled into view. Really? Breadsticks? He couldn’t believe his luck. He went to preheat the oven.
In minutes the pasta was in the boiling water, the sauce was bubbling in the pot with freshly sliced mushrooms, and the kitchen was filling with the warm aroma of fresh breadsticks from the oven.
He just had time to slip back into the bedroom to finish getting dressed.
“It smells amazing in here,” Meghan said, as she entered the kitchen. “You must have been cooking all afternoon.”
“Nah,” Jord answered. “It’s just a little something I whipped up. Wine?”
Meghan wrapped her arms around him and bought her lips to his. The kiss was filled with passion and promise. “I’ll have to see if I can whip something up for desert.”
*****
We’ll close the curtains right here, and leave these two to their romantic evening.
So, what’s for dinner over at Jeana E. Mann’s place tonight. Click here to find out: http://jeanaemann.net
July 31, 2014
Thursday Threads
This week Thursday Threads features a book I’ve read and loved: GOING GOING GONE by Cerian Hebert.
Genre: CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
Heat Level: FAIRLY STEAMY
Buy Link http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E00RUW2
EXCERPT:
“That was a pretty generous bid you made,” Eli said.
His gaze stayed locked with hers, a trait she approved of. Most of the men in her acquaintance tended to have wandering eyes. It was difficult to have an intelligent conversation with a man who was more interested in her cup size.
“It’s for a good cause. Besides, I have plans for you. I’ll get my money’s worth.”
Eli chuckled and shifted his feet. “What kind of plans? One thousand dollars is a lot of dinners.”
With a shake of her head, Nell smirked. “Actually, that’s not what I had in mind. You look like a strong guy and a good worker.” She reached out and touched the tip of her finger to his bicep. Just as she thought, hard muscles rippled beneath the dark blue fabric of his dress shirt. Flirting with him was good. She’d probably get more out of him if she came on to him.
Nell brushed away the wicked little thought and contained the smile pulling at her lips. “The truth of the matter is, Gwen needs help with her mom’s house before it can go on the market. You look like you’re good with a hammer and paintbrush.”
“That’s it?” Eli looked down at her fingers, which traced a fold in the fabric of his shirt. “You don’t want a home cooked meal?” He sounded rather relieved. “You know what kind of auction this is, don’t you?”
“Honey, I’m not looking for a date.” Nell dragged her gaze up and down his body.
“Though if I were, I’d definitely consider you. But I don’t plan on being in town too long.”
“My loss.”
The way his dark eyes seemed to meld with hers heated her whole body up. He was good-looking, but she wasn’t prepared for the extent of the attraction she felt. Everyone else in the crowded gym faded away into an inconsequential, gray fog.
Get back in the driver’s seat, Nell, she thought.
BLURB:
When Nell Moreno returns to her small hometown after a lengthy absence, she’s not too surprised no one recognizes her, she’s certainly not the overweight teenager she used to be. While hiding her true identity, Nell “wins” hunky fireman, Elijah Knight, at a charity auction and she’s determined to give the one-time bully a little payback for the misery he caused her when they were teens. However, over the next few weeks she discovers he’s changed a lot too and as they fall in love, Nell is left with the dilemma of how to admit she’s lied to him about who she really is.
Media Links
https://www.facebook.com/Ceriansbooks
https://twitter.com/CerianHebert
July 29, 2014
Romance Weekly – #LOVECHATWRITE
Do you like to read romance novels? Wouldn’t you like to know more about your favorite authors? Well you came to the right place! Join the writers of Romance Weekly as we go behind the scenes of our books and tell all….. About our writing of course! Every week we’ll answer questions and after you’ve enjoyed the blog on this site we’ll direct you to another. So come back often for a thrilling ride!
If you’re joining me from Jo Richardson’s blog, or if you’re just starting here, Welcome.
This week, in honor of the Romance Writer’s Weekly 6 month giveaway, we’re mixing things up a bit. Our topic:
What are your top ten romances of all time? (this can include whatever you want, books, movies, plays, real life stories . . .)
1. Love Actually (movie) – my wife and I watch this every New Years Eve.
2. Enchanted by Nora Roberts – the first romance novel I ever read. (You never forget your first romance)
3. Dragonflight by Anne McCaffrey – you’ll find it in the science fiction section of your library or book store, but take my word for it, it’s romance…or at the very least, a gateway drug.
4. Mr. & Mrs. Smith (movie) – this is just plain fun, and a real ‘guys’ romance movie.
5. Fantasy Lover by Sherrilyn Kenyon – The introduction to her Dark Hunter series, which I absolutely love.
6. Singin’ In The Rain (movie) – An all time favorite.
7. Bloodstone by Helen Johannes – A new favorite from a good friend. A blend of romance and fantasy that I will read again and again.
8. How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days – there’s just something about the chemistry between Kate and Matthew in the movie I love.
9. Any book by Amy Sandas – I’m developing a real love of historical romance thanks to this wonderful, up-and-coming, author.
10. My wife and I. Actually this should be number one, but I wanted to save the best for last. A romance I’ve lived for the past 36 years. Yeah, absolutely the best! ♥
So, what are Victoria Barbour’s top 10 romances of all time? Check them out here as you continue the hop: http://victoriabarbour.com/blog
And don’t forget to stop in to the Romance Writer’s Weekly Huge 6 Month Giveaway, going on all day today at: https://www.facebook.com/events/773431862675366/
July 25, 2014
Now my characters are talking to other people?
Okay, I expect my characters to talk to me. I mean, that’s how I write. My characters always tell me their story…sometimes at the most inconvenient times.
But this morning I wake up to find that Jord Thorson, my hero from Son of Thunder, is off talking with Dani Jace over at her Cocky Confessions blog. I mean, what does he think he is? A god?
…Oh, wait…
Anyway, if you want to find out what he told her, click here.
July 24, 2014
Thursday Threads
Welcome to Thursday Threads. This week we feature R.B.Austin’s paranormal romance, Fallen Redemption:
Title: Fallen Redemption by RB Austin
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Heat Level: Sizzle
Buy Link: Fallen Redemption (The Trihune Series Book 1) – Kindle edition by RB Austin. Paranormal Romance Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.
Fallen Redemption is on sale for only $.99 until July 27!
Blurb:
Cade committed himself to saving lives before he learned the full consequences of his life-altering decision. It wasn’t until he was tending his sick wife that he learned the enormity of what he’d done and he was unable to save her from the monster he had become. Consumed with guilt and praying for absolution, he threw himself into killing every Fallen he could find to save the humans he’d sworn to protect. But then Emma, deliciously mortal and completely forbidden, swept into his world, stirring an overpowering desire. Now he’s not only fighting soulless creatures, but also his inner cravings, trying to maintain his distance and continue on his path to forgiveness. He won’t lose control again and lose another love.
Excerpt:
The cut was small and not deep, it would stop bleeding in a matter of minutes.
Blood seeped from the wound. It trickled down Sarah’s wrist and pooled in her upturned hand.
He froze.
Changes overcame his body. Uncontrollable. Unknown.
Breath quickened. Heart pounded as loud as a horse’s gallop. Sarah hadn’t awakened. The pain from her cut was insubstantial compared to the pain of her sickness.
The thick, crimson liquid flowing from the wound was anything but insubstantial to Caderyn. Still unable to move, his eyes hadn’t wavered from the blood. The tray left his hands and clattered to the ground. His knees buckled and he sank to the floor, bringing himself an inch from the cut. The scent of blood filled his nostrils. Consumed all thought. Sight. He wanted to close his eyes and savor the reverent aroma filling his senses. Something awakened inside of him.
Foreign.
Monstrous.
Wrong.
He was hungry, yet didn’t want food. Thirsty, but didn’t want to reach for a cup of water. Another drop of blood welled from the cut. A growl tore from his throat.
It was the switch and it had been thrown.
One moment he was himself. The monster inside separate. Next the wall between the two vanished. He was the Behnshma. His humanity gone. Another growl. It echoed around the house. Filled his ears.
He was ravenous. The fact he hadn’t eaten in a little over a week ached his empty belly and burned his dry, parched throat. There were two pricks of pain in his top gum. Finger in his mouth, he found two long, sharp as knives, teeth. Like Elias. Like the wolves in the forest when they tore into a deer carcass. Their muzzles bloody, meat dangling from their mouths. Blood.
He knew what he wanted to do, what his body demanded he do. Caderyn licked his lips and his tongue nicked an elongated tooth. His own blood melted decadently over his tongue. A flood of senses erupted. Never had he tasted anything this wonderful. His mouth zinged with flavor. The blood coated his throat. He’d been dying of thirst his whole life but hadn’t known it. Warmth spread through his body.
His hands shook as he brought them to Sarah’s arm. Grasping her wrist and forearm he leaned toward the blood. Inch by inch. He was a magnet and her arm was the polar opposite.
Her inaudible yelp of fright permeated through the rushing noise in his ears. He tore his eyes away and met her wide-eyed startled ones.
Stop.
Fear was an acrid, burning stench in his nostrils. Her thoughts a chaotic jumble weaving through his mind. She tried to move her lethargic limbs. Tried to escape. To break free.
He flexed his hands, squeezing her arm as his gaze trailed from the vein in her neck to the one in her wrist right below the cut. The blood slowed and the edges of the wound begun to dry. The tangy, copper scent of the fresh liquid underneath her skin reached his nose. Caderyn listened to it pass through her veins. Faster and faster.
Ignoring his wife’s futile attempts to escape, he leaned closer and inhaled. A growl erupted from his throat. He bent. Licked the wound. Groaned. His cock hardened.
Sarah, panicked now, tried to yank her arm free. It was the most she’d moved in days. Growling, like a dog with his bone, he held down her upper arm and her squirming hand. Pushed it back until her forearm bowed, and the cut extended to him like a present.
Caderyn. Please. I beg you.
He was hurting her arm. Scaring her. She was begging.
Flicking his tongue over her wrist, he caught another drop of the thick liquid gold. Then another and another. It wasn’t enough. He bared his teeth, striking fast to sink them deep into her wrist. She gave a weak jerk. Caderyn drew her blood into his mouth with long pulls. His cock jerked and warmth spread inside his breeches. There was no stopping. Her struggles to escape were an annoying insect buzzing around the room. The pleas to stop were shouts in his head. Both were easy to ignore. Sarah ceased to struggle.
He was killing her.
He couldn’t stop.
And didn’t stop until she was dead.
Media Links:
Website: RB Austin
Facebook:
https://facebook.com/rbaustinauthor
Twitter: RB Austin (authorrbaustin) Twitter
July 17, 2014
Thursday Threads
This week’s Thursday Threads features Tina Susedik‘s wonderful romantic mystery, Riding For Love:
Riding for Love
Romantic Mystery
Sensuous
Bio: As a child, Tina always had stories floating around in her head, but had no idea those stories could be put down in book form. One day her brother (yes, her brother) introduced her to Kathleen Woodiwiss’ The Flame and the Flower. Tina was hooked and a love of reading and eventually writing romance began. She is also a non-fiction writer with six history books in print.
Tina has been married for over forty years and lives in Wisconsin. After careers in accounting and teaching (not necessarily at the same time), she found her career in writing is what fulfills her the most. When not writing, she loves camping, hiking, photography, reading and playing with her five grandchildren.
She is a member of Romance Writers of America and Wisconsin Romance Writers of America.
Blurb: Eve Dayton, owner of a riding ranch, rose above her childhood past and overcame the emotional damage her boyfriend caused when he married another woman. When someone starts sabotaging her ranch, Eve is desperate to find the culprit before she loses everything. Is it a coincidence or is the return of Denton Johanson tied to the mystery?
Divorced Denton Johanson returns to his hometown to help convict the embezzling controller of the family business. When he runs into Eve, he realizes his feelings for her are still strong enough to try and win her back. His fear of horses won’t get in the way of his goal and decides the only way to be near her is to take riding lessons from her. Can he convince her that his love is real and he is not behind the mystery surrounding the ranch?
Excerpt:
“Darn. I’m late.” Eve grabbed her mug of coffee and the clipboard with her notes for the day. “I’m never late. Ever. This is what happens when you let a man get under your skin.” She jogged across the driveway to the barn. The clients weren’t due for another half an hour, but she wanted to meet with Tom early to go over her notes once more to make sure the horses matched the riders.
Her steps slowed as she entered the barn. Tom was talking to one of the employees at the other end of the barn. Since he didn’t immediately notice her, she took her time walking through the building, making sure the tack was all in place according to horse, helmets and riding sticks hung in order of size, horses back in their stalls from the field, and no stray horse droppings or straw littered the barn floor.
As she passed the row of licenses showing their employees were qualified as riding instructors, and she and Tom owners, he turned and waved her over.
“So how did your evening go last night, sweetheart? You danced quite a bit with Denton.”
“Yeah.” She batted her eyes at her friend. “You didn’t have anything to do with it would you, honeybunch?”
Tom laughed, threw an arm around her shoulders, and gave her a hug. “Ah, busted.” He kissed her forehead. “He’s not so bad, you know, Eve. He’s made some mistakes, and I believe he sincerely regrets them. But if he does anything to hurt you again, he’ll find himself lying in a pile of manure, face first.”
Eve grimaced at the image. “Well, I hate to say you’re right, but I did have a good time. I forgot how easy it is to talk to him. Besides, he can’t hurt me if I don’t let him.” She slid the clipboard from under her arm and started flipping through pages. “That doesn’t mean I’m still not mad at him. It’s going to take more than a few dances to get me into his good graces.”
“Give him a run for his money?”
“Yeah,” she muttered, glancing at her watch. “Now, let’s compare notes before our subjects arrive.”
For the next few minutes they walked companionably through the barn looking at stock, comparing horse sizes, and temperaments to clients. The stable of twenty-five horses ranged from duns to piebalds to grays and Appaloosas and included a few ponies for younger riders. Eve loved them all.
“I’ll take the slowest, laziest one with the shortest legs,” Denton said, interrupting Eve and Tom’s decision to pasture a smaller horse needing to be re-shod.
Eve nearly dropped the clipboard at the sound of Denton’s deep voice as she locked the stall door and tacked a note to the front for her staff. Keeping her back to him, she didn’t hide a smile at his nervous tone. By the time she faced him, the smile disappeared, but not the heat that had risen to her face.
“Mornin’, Dent,” Tom said, stepping over to the next stall. “I think old Della here will do fine for you.” He ran a hand down the bay’s forelock, over the blaze markings to her nose and slipped a sugar cube into her mouth. “Eve’s helped so many people learn to ride she’d teach me a few things, and I taught her to ride.”
Denton let out a breath of air and took a few steps closer to the stall. “Good to know.”
“Don’t be misled, Dent,” Eve said, following Tom’s hands down the horse’s face. “Della may be getting on in years, but she’s a horse and horses can pull a few tricks on the unwary.” Denton’s Adam’s apple slipped up and down as he swallowed a gulp. She pressed the clipboard to her chest. “Don’t worry, since I’ll be training you, I won’t let anything happen.”
“To me or the horse?” he asked.
“Good question,” Eve answered over her shoulder as she sauntered away from the men.
***
Denton raked his fingers through his hair and suppressed a shudder.
“Scared you, didn’t she?”
“And you’re enjoying it, aren’t you?”
“Don’t worry, boy. She’s never let a customer get hurt. Yet.”
Denton breathed a sigh of relief. He wouldn’t get hurt, not physically, anyway, he thought. His emotions were another matter. His heart tripped a little faster as he watched her walk through the barn.
The rest of the group began entering the building. Amazing how, in such a short time, a person learned to recognize someone, even by their black silhouette against the bright sun-lit entrance to the barn. The unmistakable buxom figure of Jackie was outlined in the door.
His breath left him and he quickly searched for a place to hide. After her seduction attempts at the dance, she was the last person he wanted to encounter. He still felt her body pressed against his, his arm muscles even a little sore from trying to stop her from performing the vertical bedroom tango publicly. The next woman to use his body in any way would be Eve, whether she knew it or not.
So desperate to be out of Jackie’s sight, he contemplated leaping over the gate into his horse’s stall and hiding behind her rump, then grabbing a shovel to start mucking out manure or take a hoof pick and clean out her hoofs. Before he could consider the wisdom of doing any of those things, Jackie spotted him.
He groaned. Everyone gathering at the end of the barn turned as she shrilled out his name. He moved toward her. If he moved fast enough, he’d get to the others and mingle, be able to hide among his compatriots, then shove her off on some other, more willing, male in the group.
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Riding-for-Love-ebook/dp/B00CLJD31Q
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/riding-for-love-tina-susedik/1119333999?ean=9781619354289
You can find Tina at:
Blog: http://tinasusedik.wordpress.com./
Twitter: @tinasusedik
Website: TinaSusedik.com
Facebook: Tina Susedik, Author
Soul Mate Publishing: http://www.soulmatepublishing.com/riding-for-love/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17908316-riding-for-love
July 10, 2014
Thursday Threads
Thursday Threads is back, this week featuring Wareeze Woodson‘s new historical romance, An Enduring Love:
Blurb:
Born and raised in Latvia, Rebecca Balodis marries Rhys Sudduth, an English diplomat. Shortly thereafter, he is summoned home to attend his father’s death-bed. Rebecca cannot accompany him at the time and becomes trapped in the turmoil plaguing her country. He is informed she died in the upheaval.
Nearly four years later, she escapes and arrives in London with their son in tow. Arriving in the middle of his sister’s ball is very awkward, especially since Rhys plans to announce his betrothal to a young debutante later in the evening.
Trouble, tangled in suspense and danger, follow her from Latvia. Can this pair ever find or even recognize an enduring love? Is it worth keeping?
Buy it here: http://www.amazon.com/An-Enduring-Love-Wareeze-Woodson-ebook/dp/B00J911L1I/
An Added Bonus Feature!
Letters discovered in the belongings of the villain. These letters are not revealed in the book but are held in my heart and give insight to the story. A tidbit solely for you. Enjoy.
Wareeze Woodson
The Year of Our Lord 1813
My Dearest Husband,
I write with my heart filled with sorrow. My beloved mother has passed on to join my father in Heaven. I can only be happy for her although sadness weighs me down. I am now acquainted with deep sadness and how you must mourn for your father. Grief makes it hard to write, but you deserve to know why I am delayed in departing this land.
At the moment, I am trapped in Latvia due to the up-rising in my country. I do not know how long it may be before I am allowed to travel to England to join you. There is a guard placed outside my gate to prevent my departure at present, but I will travel to Rica at the first opportunity and board a ship to London. Perhaps all will settle quickly. I can only pray it shall be so.
I cannot wait to be in your arms again, to kiss your dear face and gaze into your eyes once more. With words, you painted a lovely picture of your home in England and of your relatives. The thought of meeting your family holds much pleasure for me, especially since I am now alone.
Take care, My Love. I shall write to let you know as the hour of my departure grows closer. Keep safe and know you have my enduring love.
Yours Always,
Rebecca Sudduth
Another letter confiscated by the villain.
The Year of Our Lord 1814
My Dearest Husband,
I have not received any word from you since you sailed away from Latvia. I hope you are well. I must write quickly in order to send this to you. There is still a guard at my gate.
With your connection in the government, perhaps you can return and help me travel to England. There will be one added person in need of your assistance, our son. If you cannot come at once, please write. I am most anxious to hear from you.
Never forget my enduring love. Anxiously waiting.
Yours Always,
Rebecca Sudduth
You can find out more about Wareeze Woodson here:
website – http://www.wareezewoodson.com/
Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/pages/Wareeze-Woodson/523727757689755
Twitter – twitter.com/wareeze
Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/wareeze
