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March 28, 2013

The Reborn: The Book of Dain Tour ~ author Casse NaRome

The Reborn


Squee!!! The Reborn: The Book of Dain is OUT!!! It’s a YA paranormal romance published by Bayou Brew Publishing. Obviously, I’m a bit excited  about this book, as you will be, too. As a paranormal romance junkie (yes, I said it!) I am so excited to welcome author Casse NaRome to my blog (oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh). Casse!!! Thanks for joining me today :)  


I’ll just start off with a question I’ve been dying to know: If Dain were to cook a romantic dinner, what would he cook?


He would serve Tapas. It goes well with any alcohol. It is also served cold and can be made well in advance so he could rope Akila into making it for him to pass off as his own. He would forbid any strong spices or smelly food because he plans to wine and dine with the hope of scoring a few kisses.

Casse, why did you choose to write paranormal romance? Or did paranormal romance choose you? 


Paranormal really came naturally. I tried to write regularly but the moment I watched Prophecy and Prophecy II when I was like eleven or twelve, I knew what I was doing wrong.


Casse, if you were to cook a romantic dinner, what would you cook? 

If it is the first time I cook for a guy and it is early on in the dating, I usually go with Italian. Beef and cheese stuffed Manicotti covered in red sauce. Fresh mango & spinach salad, french garlic bread and a crisp wine. Maybe even blackberry cobbler or homemade sorbet. Get him full and he can’t try to fool around after. lol But he is still satisfied.

Short blurb and excerpt??? Yes please!!!


The Reborn: The Book of Dain


The Reborn coverDain has lived a total of ninety-nine different lifetimes and in every single one he has loved the same girl. But now Tara is gone and in her place there stands Bonnie, the complete opposite of Tara. Is Dain’s shot at love over or has he lived all these lives because he has been loving the wrong girl?


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Oh my God. I held my breath. This was going to happen. The giddiness was almost too much to take, but as she unzipped my pants, I heard a door upstairs open and close with a bang.


We both froze.


Bonnie’s eyes opened wide with obvious terror.


“Holy shit,” I whispered. “Your parents?”


She shook her head and pushed me off of her. “Worse. My brothers.”


I jumped up and scooped up our shirts before I tossed her one. I buttoned my jeans in a mad rush and shook out the shirt as the basement door opened. I glanced at the shirt in my hand, frowned at how tiny it looked, and groaned. Yes, I had tossed Bonnie a shirt, the wrong shirt. As the stairs creaked, I looked over at Bonnie and her enormous eyes widened even more.


“That’s mine,” she whispered, my shirt nearly drowning her body.


I groaned again as two boys stepped into the room and one pair of feet stopped just an inch from a condom that I must have abandoned when Bonnie had pushed me away.


I saw the guys soak in the scene—me with no shirt on, Bonnie swallowed by the wrong one. The taller of the two bent and picked up the condom at his feet. Where was the second condom? Collectively, our gazes moved to my hand where the second condom and Bonnie’s shirt still lingered.


I couldn’t move, other than to let the shirt and the partially opened condom wrapper fall from my hand. Bonnie shut her eyes tight as the condom, of course, landed on top of the shirt.


Both guys frowned angrily as they glared at me. The smaller one, who still stood at six foot something, spoke, “Your fly is open.”


I was dead.


Get your copy of The Reborn: The Book of Dain HERE!!!


And so, after that excerpt, I had to read The Reborn: The Book of Dain. Hello!!! Dain is gorgeous (see the cover??? Don’t you think he’s gorgeous???) Here’s my review of The Reborn. 


A love that spans 100 lifetimes…


I loved the premise of this book. It’s a great YA — full of romance, a hunky hero with sexy eyes, and paranormal twists that kept me guessing. Dain is the perfect hero and throughout the book he learns that things are not always as they seem. Dain struggles with the loss of his soul mate, Tara, and his feelings for the girl who has seemingly taken her place. He is running from the agency that has made him reincarnate for 100 lives, and you will keep turning pages to see how this one ends. If you are a paranormal YA fan, you’ll love The Reborn: The Book of Dain.


And of course, you now want to know everything about Ms. Casse. I don’t blame you. Here’s her bio :)  CNarome


Casse Narome is the alter-ego of a self-proclaimed awesome weirdo who spent her childhood reading and daydreaming. As an adult that is also how she spends her time only now she writes her daydreams down for everyone to read. Casse is never serious, has been accused of wishing her life was a sitcom, laugh track and all, has a bad habit of talking out loud to herself and she is fine with being a little insane. She spends way too much time online, too much money buying books and laughing at her own jokes. You will find her on Twitter being very random and spewing her opinions. When you see her online, tell her to get back to her writing! Or just engage her in a hilarious random conversation. She blogs book reviews and the adventures of being a writer at


www.CatholicKittie.blogspot.com & www.CasseNarome.blogspot.com She is an avid tweeter www.twitter.com/catholickittie She is also on Facebook www.facebook.com/CasseNarome


Get your copy of The Reborn: The Book of Dain HERE.


Thank you for stopping by, Ms. Casse! And thank you to all the readers out there who dropped in to show Casse some love for her new release! Make sure to visit Casse NaRome and The Reborn: The Book of Dain during the rest of the tour. There’s a tour-wide giveaway! 


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Published on March 28, 2013 22:01

March 26, 2013

Elyzabeth M. Valey ~~ An Author Spotlight & Quickie Time

So excited to have Elyzabeth with me today. I’m picking her brain (because I’m nosy, which you all know) and having a fun Quickie, while we’re at it. So sit back and relax while Elyzabeth introduces us to her steamy new novel…


 


Elyzabeth, what is something readers would be surprised to learn about you?


Something surprising about me…well, people usually get a bit crossed eyed when I tell them I was born in Brazil to Cuban nationalized American parents and live in Spain.


 


If you had to choose between living in a luxurious loft in the city or on a sprawling estate in the country, what would you choose?


In a sprawling estate in the country. Commuting is a pain, but there is nothing like going for a walk and being able to see the stars.


 


Say someone knocked on your door and told you you’d just won a boat load of money from Publisher’s Clearing House, what would be the first thing you bought?   


I would have to ask them what Publisher’s Clearing House is…


 


Ha ha!!! Well played. I believe that Publisher’s Clearing House is a myth about some sort of lottery that really doesn’t exist…they used to have commercials on TV, but I was a tiny person back then, so I’m not sure what else happens once they knock on your door…ha! And now, it’s Quickie Time!


 


Pizza or pasta?  I have to pick? Um, ah, um, pasta!


 


Heels or flip flops? Neither? Boots without heels *looks hopefully*


 


Skirt or jeans? skirts


 


Soda or coffee? coffee


 


Paperback or eBook? E-book


 


Monsters or aliens?  Aliens


 


Where can we find Welcome Aboard?


Evernight Publishing  ~   Amazon.com  ~  Amacon.uk  ~  All Romance Ebooks  ~   Bookstrand:


 


Can you share a blurb and excerpt from Welcome Aboard?


Of course!


 


Welcome Aboard

 


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Julie is on vacation! After months of breaking her back at the office she’s ready for a weekend of absolute relaxation—a little reading, good food, and some lazing at the beach are her idea of a perfect plan.


However, when a handsome man with a sexy smile and naughty accent takes the seat next to hers on the train she’ll enter a wicked ride of passion and delight that will blow her mind and body away.


 


Exclusive Excerpt:

 


“Do you want this, Julie?”


 


She stared at William, uncomprehending what he was asking. Want what? A kiss. Hell, yes.


 


Releasing her hand, he lifted the armrest between them while she watched nervously.


 


“Julie,” he murmured, inching closer and sliding his fingers over her hair. “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. I love the way your hair curls at the end, right over your breasts.”


 


He dropped his hands from her neck, down to her shoulder, kneading them. Julie moaned in pleasure. His palms slid down her back and she silently wished they were in private so she could truly feel his hands on her flesh.


 


Her breath caught as they skimmed over her waist and stopped on her thighs. She pierced him with a gaze. The pulse in her neck matched the one in her groin, rapid and adamant. William scorched her with a look, his fingers lightly tapping her thigh. Julie waited. What would he do next? Should she allow it? His fingers smoothly slid higher, hiding underneath the edge of her jean-shorts. She sharply drew in a breath while at the same time the train speaker blared with an announcement. Panic seized her at the realization not of what they were about to do, but of where they were.


 


She removed his arm with some difficulty, drew down the armrest and snapped her legs shut. William’s brow furrowed, confusion evident in his stare.


 


“We’re on a train,” she hissed, gesticulating wildly.


 


William laughed, the lines on his forehead vanishing.


 


“I noticed.” He lifted the armrest and placed his hand on her thigh again. Julie bit back an unwanted moan.  “What you failed to have seen, my sweet, is that we’re the only ones in this particular wagon.” He smiled smugly, drumming her thighs in a rhythm that almost had her lifting her hips.


 


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Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.


Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.


If you’d like to contact Elyzabeth, you can find her at the links below! 


 


Facebook


Twitter


Goodreads


Blog: www.inadreambeyond.blogspot.com


Website: www.elyzabethmvaley.weebly.com


 


 


 


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Published on March 26, 2013 18:09

March 17, 2013

Zoe Dawson, Author of Leashed, a Romantic Comedy – GET YOUR FREE COPY

LEASHED, Book #1, Going to the Dogs,


a Romantic Comedy/Light Mystery Fiction Series


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Jack has some ‘splainin’ to do!


That’s right! Callie Lassiter’s normally well-behaved Great Dane Jack has run off and done the wild thing with the neighbor’s dog. It must be puppy love! It’s doubly embarrassing since she’s a professional dog trainer. Of course, the neighbor would have to be hot, hot nightclub owner bad boy Owen McKay, just the kind of man Callie is determined to avoid.


Owen’s comfortable with his playboy status and the hype in the media. But the ground moves beneath his feet when he gets an eyeful of the girl next door. The Dog Whisperer never looked this good! How can he convince this wholesome honey that his player days are behind him? Maybe Jill, his Great Dane can help him with this dilemma now that she’s pregnant and Callie’s dog is to blame.


Is this bad boy a bad bet?


Leashed, available at Amazon only FREE FOR A SHORT TIME!!!



Chapter One  


A woman’s laughter drifted into the hall as Callie Lassiter trudged home. She glared at Owen McKay’s door as she slipped her key into the lock of her trendy Tribeca loft. Sounded like Owen was having much more fun on his date than she’d had on hers.[image error]


 


Yep, another dating disaster. Okay, so not as much a disaster as a ho-hum snooze fest. With an inner sigh, she reflected on this evening’s dating fiasco. He was nice. Quite nice, but he might as well have been an amoeba, because she’d felt no attraction. None. When had dating become so…rote?


 


Since she decided a man with an edge was not an option. Yep, she was a bad boy junkie, but often addictive things were just plain not good for you. Like chocolate. Also not good for you. Still, Callie couldn’t help but feel let down.


 


The laughter tinkled again, sweet and clear. Envy twisted in her stomach and pressed against her chest. She threw his door another glare. She bet the woman Owen was entertaining looked like one of those high-fashion models she usually saw hanging on his arm in the New York Scoop photos she pretended not to notice. The guy was gorgeous; of course he would only date high-quality arm candy, never a girl-next-door type like Callie.


 


He also had to keep up appearances. As one of Manhattan’s players, he owned FLASH, a classy nightclub that everyone in the city considered the place to see and be seen. He was often reported to be with a different woman each week. But even his stylish clothes and expensive, hip haircut couldn’t disguise his true nature. And she’d learned the hard way that untamable, audacious, and daring meant Bad Boy with capital Bs.


 


At least there was one male eager to see her, one she could depend on, and who was always excited to greet her as she came through the door. And this enormous boy wasn’t at all boring.


 


Pushing the door open, she braced herself for her exuberant but well-trained Great Dane, Jack. He was right there to greet her, as always, and Callie kissed him on the bridge of his black and white nose.


 


She deposited her Judith Leiber vintage clutch on the hall table and gave her full attention to Jack.


 


He filled the doorway with his big body. Every time they did their welcome-home ritual, she was grateful for the first skill she had taught Jack—not to jump up. With a dog this large, it would be unpleasant, and could be dangerous to small children.


 


“Hi there, Jack! Who’s a good boy?” Callie cooed as she stroked Jack’s head and rubbed all over his silky fur. She wouldn’t be able to get past this cheerful, affectionate two hundred pound bundle of canine energy without first paying the entry fee of a big dose of love, which she did gladly.


 


She was having so much fun with Jack that she barely noticed a door open down the hall, followed by a brief conversation before the door closed and footsteps retreated toward the elevator.


 


Grabbing Jack’s leash, she clipped it to his collar, headed back out the door, and locked it behind them. She enjoyed their walks as much as he did, and did them as often as her busy business allowed. And since she was the boss and owner of Sit Happens, an obedience and dog training business on the Lower East Side, she could build her schedule to suit her needs, and Jack’s. “I had a really disappointing date,” Callie confided as they headed down the hall.


 


Jack’s ears pricked and he made a comforting sound. Then, prancing with excitement, he proceeded to get tangled in his leash. As Callie bent down to unravel him, she heard a most unwelcome voice behind her.


 


“Your Dane is big enough to be a pinto, and he has the right two-tone coloring.”


 


Callie’s bad boy meter shot up into the red zone. Owen McKay would have to mock her. There he stood in all his glory, just outside his loft door, his hip cocked and his intent eyes studying her. Naturally, Owen lived in the most modern and sleek of all the lofts her brother and his outrageously creative friends had produced. As if his clothes were a natural extension of his upscale residence, he had on a black crew neck sweater and a pair of sinfully tight black leather pants, accentuating narrow hips and hard, strong-looking thighs. His come-hither eyes traveled slowly over her, and she realized that she was staring and holding her breath.


 


Instructing herself to snap out of it, she mentally reiterated her vow never to get involved with another man who was dangerous, unpredictable, a rebel who didn’t care whose feelings got hurt. Callie firmly reminded herself why she had stopped dating selfish and emotionally unavailable men. She was the one who usually got hurt.


 


She straightened and stood for a moment in silent agony. Why did she become speechless every time she saw Owen? Thank God it only happened with him, or she’d be out of business in a week!


 


“His markings are referred to as Harlequin.” Oh, my God! Did that nonsense come out of her mouth in that stuffy, schoolmarmish-correcting-the-student-tone? She should find a comfortable and quiet spot to bang her head repeatedly against the wall. Hard.


 


He smiled as if he was indulging her. “I know.”


 


A big, dark muzzle pushed its way out of his half-open loft door. The big body came after, the dog’s tail wagging so hard her whole body shook.


 


“Ah, another Dane lover.” Then he probably wasn’t all bad. Maybe.


 


Owen reached inside the door and grabbed a leash, then closed and locked his door. “Yes, I am. I’m Owen McKay, by the way, and this is Jill.” He clipped the leash to the fawn-colored bitch’s collar. “Time for your walk, girl.”


 


“No way.”


 


He shot her a puzzled look.


 


“Meet Jack. And I’m Callie Lassiter,” she said with a grin.


 


Owen laughed, and it was like a rich, decadent dessert. Incredibly tempting and probably very bad for her.


 


At the moment she was distracted by Owen’s hot-fudge-sundae laugh, Jack made a totally unexpected, lightning move, all the while crooning a soft woofing noise deep in his throat. “Jack, heel!”


 


Jack merely jerked the leash out of her hand as he bolted for the pretty female.


 


Her dog’s completely uncharacteristic behavior left her speechless, and, for critical seconds, completely at a loss.


 


“Jack!”


 


Jill coyly sidestepped Jack as Callie zipped down the hall and caught her dog’s collar, but moving two hundred unwilling pounds was impossible. “Jack, sit!”


 


Incredibly, he ignored her again.


 


In the meantime, Jill danced around her master with Jack in hot pursuit. Jill’s leash wrapped around Owen, and then around Callie, at the same time that Jack’s loose leash got snagged around their ankles. In moments they were completely entangled with the dogs and with each other.


 


The clinging black crew neck shirt he wore felt soft under her fingers as she clutched him for balance. His pecs were thick and hard, his scent and physicality making her feel weak in the knees while her insides melted into a gooey mess.


 


This close, she could see that his irises were a vivid blue, shot with deep gold and rimmed in black. His eyes were intense and compelling, and she felt her interest in him deepen. Damn!


 


In spite of the canine commotion surrounding them, she could not shake off this man’s spell! At least she couldn’t until she felt the leashes tighten and yank her off-balance and into a tangled heap with Owen on top.


 


And then her brain seized up completely when one of those hard thighs pushed between her legs and that flat stomach came up against hers.


 


For a suspended moment she took in his gorgeous, masculine features backdropped by thick black hair that was mussed and sexy. His mouth was close to hers, lips pursed and so sensual. Her mouth tingled and ached with wondering what they would feel like against hers. Almost as though he also could feel the magnetic connection vibrating between her mouth and his, he angled his head toward her, his eyes on her lips.


 


His lazy smile captivated her, coiling low and deep inside. And she could feel herself softening, heating, pulsing with a need to press against his thigh, which was parked so temptingly close to her center.


 


She heard a woof in the distance and something prodded her with the impression that the sound was important. When she heard it growing more distant, she snapped out of her daze.


 


“Jack!”


 


“Jill!”


 


Owen moved off her quickly, but the hall was empty and the door to the stairs was wide open.


 


“Holy crap!” Callie shouted as she took off down the hall. When she reached the stairs, she saw Jill’s leash and broken collar. “She must have gotten it caught on the railing. Damn, Owen. Without her tags it’ll be hard to identify her.”


 


“Don’t worry. She has one of those ID chips. Thanks for caring, though.”


 


The warmth of his voice made her sigh softly, in spite of her desperation to find Jack before something happened to her precious two-year-old.


 


“Jack does, too,” she said breathlessly as they raced down to the lobby, but the dogs were nowhere to be found. Callie covered her mouth, fighting tears. She ran out the door and into the street.


 


“How do you think they got out? This is so unlike Jack. He never runs away.”


 


“Jill’s gotten away from me a couple of times.”


 


“Jack!” Callie called. “Come!”


 


She took off down West Broadway towards the Hudson River with a lump in her throat that was pure fear. Where was he? This street led directly to the Hudson, and he could be hit by a car, or catch his paw in a pothole, or any number of other dangers that could befall her precious baby.


 


Night had fallen, and even though streetlights illuminated the sidewalks, it was slow going. They stopped people as they ran, asking them if they’d seen the two Danes. After she and Owen searched corners and doorways and alleys for more than an hour, they decided to return home and see if the dogs had found their way back.


 


“I can’t believe this.” Callie felt tears welling again as they finally reached their building. “I’m going to call the recovery company right now.”


 


Owen touched her arm, a comforting warmth. “I’m sure it won’t take long to find him then.”


 


“I hope so. He’s never been alone and in this city…”


 


But when they walked into the building, both their rascals were cozied up next to the elevator, their big heads snugly nestled on each other’s bodies.


 


“Jack!” Callie called, so happy to see him she didn’t even scold.


 


He got up and came trotting over. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. “It’s getting late, but he still needs a walk,” she said to herself.


 


“So does Jill. Could you keep her occupied until I run upstairs and get her other collar and leash?”


 


“No problem.”


 


While Callie waited for Owen to come back, she struggled to shut out memories of the hot, etched-permanently-in-your-mind night she’d once spent with a sexy bad boy who’d encouraged her to be as reckless and wicked as she dared. But, she firmly reminded herself, she’d grown up, left that phase of her life after one too many emotionally unavailable men. Her sexy neighbor was off-limits. Totally. Off. Limits.


 


The moment in the hallway when his body had been pressed to hers was incredibly sensual, though… It had made her remember what it had been like to experience that twist of excitement, that overwhelming attraction that made her want to risk her safety and her sanity just to get close to a man.


 


When Owen came back downstairs, he was wearing a light coat and an air of detachment that effectively obliterated her budding fantasies.


“Thanks,” he said, slipping the collar over Jill’s head. “It was nice to finally meet you.”


 


“Yes, we’re now well acquainted.” Oh, my God! How lame that sounded. Where was that head-banging wall anyway?


 


As Owen moved past her towards the front door, Jack whined. Callie kept a tight hand on his collar and waited until Owen was out the door and had turned down the street before following.


 


“Yeah,” Callie said softly, her eyes on Owen, but her words were for Jack’s ears only. “I know exactly how you feel.”


#


 


“Someone just walked into her apartment and took it right off the couch.”


 


“A pillow?”


 


“That’s what I heard. But, her door was unlocked. Her husband had just run downstairs for a paper. Lesson learned. I’d say.”


 


“What would a thief want with a pillow?”


 


Callie didn’t wait to hear the answer as she ushered Jack toward the door and past two women talking next to the mailboxes. Today Jack was behaving like his old self, instantly obeying her every command.


 


They crossed West Broadway at the traffic light and walked until she reached the Union Square Dog Run. Brooke Palmer was already there with her bulldog Roscoe. Waving to Brooke, Callie went through the gate and closed it behind her, latching it securely.


 


“Hey,” Brooke said to Callie, and then to Jack, “How’s my big boy?” She rubbed Jack’s head. “When are you bringing him in again for grooming?” Brooke owned Pawlish, a high-end dog spa that catered to the wealthy dog owners of Manhattan.  She was presently in the middle of an impressive expansion to her business.


 


Roscoe and Jack sniffed each other and then ran off to wrestle around together. “Next week. I don’t think I can fit it in this week. My schedule is too full.” Callie sat, crossing her legs as she leaned back against the park bench.


 


“He’s always so well-behaved, not like Kristen Davis-Wright’s fidgety poodle. I wish that woman would take her dog somewhere else,” Brooke said, pushing back her dark hair in exasperation.


 


Just then Harper Sinclair and her standard poodle, Blue, entered the park. Harper released her dog and watched her race off to meet up with Roscoe and Jack, but not before Callie noticed the sparkling collar around Blue’s neck.


 


Harper’s grandfather owned large parcels of land in the City and had made a large fortune from both selling land and developing it. His moneymaking talents had obviously been inherited by her friend. Case in point her poodle’s undoubtedly diamond-studded collar. The poodle was a best-in-show blue-ribbon moneymaker, but Harper never treated her like anything but a dog. No pampering for Edgewood Sky High Blue.


 


Her pedigree was clear in the exquisite lines of the poodle’s solid body, but Blue’s registered name always made Callie smile. It was derived from her sire, Topgun, and the dam’s name of Freefalling – resulting in Sky High Blue. Or Blue for short. And, champion or not, the silver-grey poodle joined right in with the ruckus.


 


“What’s going on with the bling?” Callie asked.


 


Harper sighed. “Grandmother Sinclair strikes again. She’s staying with me for a few days. She made me put it on Blue before we left.”


 


“It’s real? A diamond dog collar?” Brooke asked, an incredulous look on her face. “I thought Davis-Wright was overindulgent.”


 


“Yes, fifty thou worth. Can you imagine walking your dog around Manhattan with that thing around her neck? Grandmother Sinclair is a few diamonds short in her tiara. Hopefully people will think it’s fake. But, if I were mugged, I’d give them the damn thing. I don’t think Blue likes it much.”


 


“For your safety, you should leave it at home,” Brooke advised.


 


“I can only try,” Harper said. “By the way, ladies, whose idea was it to meet at eight-thirty on a Saturday morning?” Harper groused. In her Vuitton coat and designer sunglasses, she looked like a rich snoot, but Harper was as down to earth as dirt.


 


“Scoot over, I’m bushed, too much party and not enough sleep,” she said, working her way onto the bench between Callie and Brooke.


 


“My heart bleeds for you,” Callie said sarcastically.


 


“Social climbing is a full-time job,” Harper said, flashing a wily grin. She shrugged out of her caramel and cream coat, fluffing up her golden locks.


 


“Right,” Brooke said, rolling her eyes. “And I seem to recall that it was your idea to meet at this hour.”


 


She paused in mid-fluff, turning to look at Brooke. “Was I sober at the time?”


 


“I think so,” Brooke said, smiling indulgently.


“Well, damn. I guess I should realize I need my beauty sleep before blurting out ungodly meeting times.”


 


“Are you already picking on Harper?” Poe Madigan asked from behind them as she followed her Jack Russell terriers, affectionately known as The Terrible Two or The Triple T for short. They came trotting into the park like they owned it. Edgar and Allan were notorious little brats.


 


Poe settled on the bench next to Callie as her dogs raced off. Poe was aptly named, with her blue-streaked hair, raven tattoo and the whole Goth vibe. She planned to open a veterinary practice when her hospital internship was completed in the spring, and Callie was sure Poe’s Cornell DVM would guarantee plenty of patients.


 


“Harper brings it on herself,” Brooke said, picking up the interrupted thread.


 


“I need to get a second job. New York is so much more expensive than Ithaca,” Poe announced, her face showing that she was already stressed about it.


 


“Oh, sweetie, I can help.”


 


“No, Harper, it’s not up to you to support me. I can make my own way. I didn’t bring it up to get sympathy. I just wanted to let you all know that I might not make it some Saturdays for our play date.”


 


“I don’t like the sound of that,” Callie said. “We’ll miss you and the triple T’s.” Callie slipped her arm around her friend’s shoulder and squeezed, giving her a reassuring smile.


 


“I don’t know what kind of schedule I’ll have, so don’t worry yet. Thanks, though.” Poe returned the smile and squeezed Callie’s hand, then wrapped her arm around Harper’s shoulders to give her a quick hug.


 


“Not to change the subject, Poe, but how did your first laser surgery go?” Brooke asked.


 


“Great. It was fascinating, and Dr. Martin let me do everything while he supervised. I can’t wait to do another one.”


 


“Would that be the cute Dr. Martin?”


 


Poe blushed and looked away. “He’s pretty cute.”


 


“Ask him out,” Harper urged.


 


“No. That’s not my thing. A guy should ask a woman out. Besides, I’m afraid I’ll just make some obscure reference. He’ll stare at me and not know what to say. Then, I’ll say something even worse. Then we’ll find it awkward whenever we’re together at work. Or he’ll just look at me and realize I’m a geek.”


 


“My date last night almost put me to sleep,” Callie said.


 


“How disappointing. But I can top that.  I got a text from Sam, the guy I’ve been dating for a week. He said, and I quote, ‘Can I reserve u for our next date?’ Reserve me? What am I? A restaurant?” Brooke asked.


 


“Did he spell out you?” Poe asked.


 


“Nope. Used ‘u’ like we’re still in high school. What is it with guys who can’t spell out you? It’s not like the phone company charges you per letter,” Brooke said.


 


“It’s just plain lazy,” Poe chimed in.


 


“The boring date was something I could handle, but I had a close encounter with The Stud.”


 


“Owen McKay. He’s bad news. A love ’em and leave ’em bad boy,” Brooke said. “You’ve read the New York Scoop.”


 


“I know, but every time I get near him, I lose it. He has a fawn-colored Great Dane that Jack lusted after to the point where he completely ignored me and yanked his leash out of my hand. That dog of his could really benefit from some training.”


 


“Callie, you’re getting off topic,” Brooke pointed out.


 


“Sorry. His dog tripped us, and we ended up on the floor and Mr. Gorgeous landed on top of me with his thigh right between my legs.”


 


“Owen is great in bed,” Harper said.


 


All conversation stopped while the group turned in unison to look at her. Harper laughed. “Oh! No! Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t get naked with him. I just heard that.”


 


“That’s a relief,” Callie said. “Wait. What am I saying? I got myself hurt constantly in college by all the bad boys I dated. It wouldn’t be smart to get involved with Owen. It would have been better if you had been intimate with him.”


 


Even though Callie acknowledged that Owen probably was a bad bet, she was secretly very glad Harper hadn’t done the deed with him. It would make him off limits, and part of her wasn’t against that, but another naughtier and less reasonable part of her was giddy.


 


“I don’t want to sleep with him, but you do,” Harper said smugly.


 


“He makes me melt.” All three women groaned. “I know, but it’s true.”


 


“You’re smart to steer clear. Emotionally unavailable men don’t change,” Brooke said.  “Now don’t give me that sad face. It’s for your own good.”


 


“But we all wish they would change,” Poe said wistfully.


 


Callie couldn’t agree more.


 


Just then Edgar ran up to a little girl who was holding an ice cream cone.  Just as she bent down to pet him, Allan swooped in and stole the treat.


 


“Edgar and Allan,” Poe scolded. “I’ve told you no team tagging children!”


 


The Terrible Two ran off to enjoy the spoils and all four women broke out into laughter.  Poe made amends by buying the little girl another cone and warned her to keep away from the little varmints.


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Three weeks had passed since the incident in the hallway with Owen McKay, and Callie was still telling herself she was relieved that he hadn’t spoken to her or tried to ask her out. She knew her mind was strong, but her flesh was definitely still weak, even without renewed temptation.


 


But today when she got home from work, she found a note from Owen on her door. It said simply, “I need to talk to you.”


 


Callie left Jack safely locked in the loft and walked across the hall to knock on Owen’s door, determinedly ignoring the shiver of anticipation that coursed through her.


 


It seemed an eternity passed before he opened the door, but it was worth the wait. This time he was wearing only a pair of soft, faded jeans slung low on his hips, and nothing else. His features were just as gorgeous as she remembered, but his lean jaw was clenched tight. His dark hair was a wet, disheveled, enticing mess around his head, making it clear that he’d only just ruffled it with a towel after stepping out of the shower. He looked so sinfully sexy he literally took her breath away. The dreams and fantasies of Owen that she’d spun over the past three weeks paled in comparison to the real thing.


 


He folded his arms across his broad, bare chest and leaned against the doorframe, his entire demeanor tense.


 


“We have a situation here.”


 


“A situation?” Callie repeated, her heart starting to beat faster.  Oh, God.  Was he going to ask her out?


 


“Jack knocked Jill up.”


 


Her expectations went thump.  “Whaaaaat?”


 


“Jill’s going to have puppies, and Jack’s the only possible father.”


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Zoe Dawson is the alter ego of Karen Anders, USA Today bestselling, award winning, multi-published author. Her writing journey started with poetry and branched out into fiction. With a couple of college English courses under her belt, she penned a historical, then moved Zoe Dawsononto contemporary romance fiction.


She’s launched the first book in her self-published Going to the Dogs Series.  Leashed begins the tails (pun intended) of four New York City dog professionals who meet at a dog park and become fast friends.  Out now, Groomed for Murder, Book #2


She is also publishing with Entangled Publishing and will have her debut novel out with them in 2013.  It’s the first book of the six book The Misfit Squad Series of police procedurals, featuring a group of troubled homicide detectives who have landed in the “last chance” squad.  If they don’t shape up, they’re out.


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March 14, 2013

Why My Lazy @$$ Needs It To Be Summer

I hate exercise. No, no, no, I don’t mean all exercise. I mean the kind that starts with a video tape and ends with me sweating my ass off in my living room and wearing out my carpet. Carpet is not cheap. Also, there’s something to be said for the outdoors, and exercising outside — fresh air, cool breeze, sidewalks and grass that I won’t have to spend a fortune to replace every couple of years…


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Well, hello beautiful! Of course I would love to come visit, maybe permanently!


I hate winter. *heavy sigh* There, I feel so much better saying it out loud! Though I’m pretty sure I’ve been telling everyone who will listen just how much I detest winter. Winter makes me LAZY. I hate being cold, and when I’m cold, I’m moody. And all I want to do is hibernate. Probably has something to do with my Asian ancestry or something. This tan skin was made to be kissed by the sun daily! During the winter, getting up to press “Play” on the workout video is akin to slaming my head against the wall. Maybe it’s because it’s the only option to stay in shape over the winter. I hate not having options. I’m just that kind of person. When the weather warms up, it means gardening, and running aroudn in the yard with the kids. It means fresh air and sunshine and shorts. It means me, barefoot on the sandbars at my parents’ place on the river, Tin Man Airboats. It means FREEDOM!!!


So what is the point of this post, you ask??? I’ve decided I want to relocate. And yes, it’s just a dream right now. That’s what happens when you become a home owner — you have to stick it out until you’ve got some equity built up to make the sale worth the investment. (ugh, that sounds so responsible!) In my next life, I am going to be a gypsy. For now, I am going to troll the Internet and find my dream location. There are many, many places I’d love to live, except most of those have cold winters, too. I’m telling you, I need someplace warm all year round! My first thought is tropical. Yeah. That sounds lovely. See the pretty picture?


Anyway, today is supposed to be close to 70 degrees. Pretty good for March in Nebraska! I’m going to enjoy it. Hopefully, this means spring is here so I can quit going crazy :)


If you could go anywhere during the cold winter, where would you go???


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March 12, 2013

Loreen Augeri – an Author Spotlight and Book Feature

I am so excited you could join me today for an author feature, Loreen! Let’s get to it :) What is something readers would be surprised to learn about you?


 


I have a blue parakeet that doesn’t know how to land. He circles the room a couple times then flies into a wall. I don’t let him out of his cage anymore because I am afraid he is going to injure himself.


 


Ha!!! I used to have a parakeet. I never let him out of his cage, though, so I’m not sure if knew how to land or not… If you had to choose between living in a restored farmhouse surrounded by pasture land, a cottage in the English countryside, or a villa in Italy with grape vines as far as the eye could see, what would you choose?


 


A cottage in the English countryside. From the research I have done for my novels, books I have read, and pictures I have seen the English countryside is beautiful.


 


*Sigh* I would love to live in a cottage in the English countryside! Pretend I’m an alien who has just appeared on your doorstep. What would you say to me and what would your reaction be?


 


I would be terrified, and after I stopped screaming, I would ask where you came from.


 


That seems like the most logical question after you stopped screaming! For sure, you wouldn’t want to ask about his death laser! What if someone showed up on your front step (Publishers Clearing House style) with a check for $5 million…what would be the first thing you’d buy?


 


I would like to visit Europe and I love cruises, so I would go on an European cruise. I would also buy houses for my two daughters.


 


I think the first thing I would do is travel, too. If someone were to tell you that you could never write again, but you could be anything else you wanted to be (and money was no object) what would you do with the rest of your life?


 


I love dancing and would like to be a dancer. But I would also have to be a few years younger.


 


Being a dancer would be so fun! If you had to describe your writing in one tagline, what would it be?


 


Historical romances filled with emotion and desire. A happy ending a must.


 


Can you tell us where we can find Lost Honor?


 


Lost Honor can be found in paperback and e-book at The Wild Rose Press, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble online.


 


Amazon e-book:


http://www.amazon.com/Lost-Honor-ebook/dp/B00AD99TSM/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1362433938&sr=1-1&keywords=lost+honor


 


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The Wild Rose Press e-book


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Buy links can also be found on my website www.loreenaugeri.com.


 


Would you please share with us a blurb and/or excerpt?


 LOST HONOR


Captain Morgan Danvers sets sail to rescue his brother, kidnapped by pirates. Fearing he will become like his father who abandoned him, he has cut himself off from his emotions. Then a willful stowaway crashes into his life, awakening dormant feelings and firing his lust. LostHonor_w7482_300Soon he finds his all-important honor threatened, for even though he is betrothed to another, he is drawn to her against his will.


Arianna Pemberton hides in a barrel she thinks will be loaded on her brother’s ship but lands on Morgan’s brig. Her father has forbidden her to sail, and this is her only course of action. Unwilling to allow a man to control her, she is determined to make her way as a seaman, a profession she knows and loves. But when Captain Danvers discovers her deception, he refuses to permit her to prove herself. As she struggles to convince him, unwanted passion emerges, jeopardizing her plans for independence.


Can Morgan and Arianna stifle their feelings and successfully accomplish their goals?


 


EXCERPT


 


Shoved by powerful hands, she fell to her knees before booted feet. “Found her in the hold, Cap’n. Thought she was a boy at first, her wearin’ pants and a cap, but she has tits.”


 


“I can see that, Jurgens.”


 


Arianna followed the shiny boots up to tight-fitting, brown breeches hugging muscular thighs, and slim hips. A loose, white shirt covering broad shoulders next met her gaze, then a corded neck, square jaw, stern lips, crooked nose, and cold, dark eyes that stared down at her. “Where’s my brother? Who are you?”


 


“I will be asking the questions. Who are you, and why are you on my ship?” The deep voice thundered through the cabin.


 


Her stomach flip-flopped. Dizziness swamped her. Swallowing convulsively, she battled to contain the contents of her queasy stomach. Hiding in that empty molasses barrel hadn’t been the brightest idea of her twenty-one years. “I’m not talking to anyone but my brother.”


 


Jurgens’s forceful hands yanked her to a standing position. “You answer the cap’n.”


 


The abrupt movement snapped the fragile control she clung to. Spasms seized her throat. Arianna struggled to turn away, but the fingers digging into her arms held her in place. The contents of her stomach erupted.


 


All over Captain Danvers’s boots.


 


Her captor released her and jumped back in horror.


 


LOREEN’S BIO


Loreen lives in Massachusetts with her husband of thirty-one years and two daughters.  She is a member of RWA, Hearts Through History, and the New England Chapter. When she is not writing or working in the town library, she enjoys reading, walking, and spending time at the beach.


 


 


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March 6, 2013

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I have a lot of people ask me what my inspiration for Fender Bender Blues was… To be honest, it all began with my own fender bender. And NO, I was not the one swiping on lip gloss and driving out into busy streets, ha ha!!! I was actually being a very careful driver that day, but only because I was about 8 months pregnant. Otherwise, I have a lead foot. I was leaving a parking lot and this guy in a big pick up backed right into the front bumper of my tiny little Cavalier!!! I was all sorts of mad. Call it pregnancy hormones. I jumped out, ready to give that guy a piece of my mind! Except he took all the fun out of it by being CUTE and VERY APOLOGETIC. I couldn’t be mean to a cute apologetic guy!


I left the “scene” with an idea in mind. What if the insurance exchange didn’t go so well? What if it was the heroine’s fault because she wasn’t paying attention? What if the hot guy wearing a suit was also a successful “always get my way” kind of guy who was having a bad day and snapped at the woman who wasn’t in any mood to take his crap? And then, what if fate decided to play a little trick and they fell in love?


I spent a lot of time snickering over my laptop while I wrote down Rach and Craig’s story.


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Her life took a wrong turn. He’s driven by success. They didn’t count on crashing into love…


Rachel Bennett loved her job until the day she finds herself doubting her choices.  Now she’s hunting for a new career, but starting over FenderBenderBlues_w7492_750isn’t easy.  Her plan is simple—no distractions until she finds her dream job.  She didn’t plan on fate throwing her a curveball in the form of a fender bender with a sexy guy in an expensive suit.


Craig Larsen is a wealthy, successful business owner with a plan of his own: survive his current PR nightmare and stay away from his overly determined ex-girlfriend.  His need for control and personal success is turned upside down when he meets Rach, a sassy redhead who can’t drive.


Soon they find themselves battling with Rach’s grumpy old neighbor, toilet-papering the trees of a high school nemesis, and fighting over the last slice of pizza.  Can two very different people plus one fender bender equal a chance at forever?


 


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March 5, 2013

Sarah Grimm – Author Spotlight & Book Feature

Hey Sarah, thanks so much for joining me today for an interview! So excited to have you here. Let’s jump right in! 


If writing was just like everyone who isn’t a writer imagines it to be—you know, the idea of a writer going up to a cabin in the mountains overlooking a beautiful lake, or on a tropical island where they could write beautiful words in solitude—where is that place you would go to finish your Work-In-Progress novel?


 


Wow, well, believe it or not if you put me in a cabin in the mountains overlooking a beautiful lake, I wouldn’t get any writing done. I would be too distracted by the scenery. And if it was warm enough, I’d be out ‘in’ the scenery, not tied to a computer.


However, put a loft in the cabin, one without windows, and I would spend my mornings writing in that loft, and my late afternoons outside enjoying nature.


Oh, and I need there to be no internet, too. I’m easily distractible. :)  


 


I ’m easily distractible, too! Is there one “something” you must have on your desk or near you when you write?


 


My miniature schnauzer. She insists on ‘sharing’ the office chair with me when I write. And by sharing, I mean wedging herself behind me so I have only the front half of the seat in which to plant my behind.


 


That’s too funny! My cats both hover, whether right in front of my monitor or on my lap. What is one genre you love to read, but have no interest in writing in?


 


Romantic comedy. I love reading romantic comedy, and honestly, I would love to write it. But, I am not funny – that is, my writing isn’t funny. I just can’t do funny.


 


I can do funny, but when I try for serious, I worry I’m doing it all wrong, ha! If you had to choose between pizza and spaghetti—the one you didn’t choose you’d never get to eat again in your life—what would you choose?


 


Pizza! I love both, but could not live without ever having pizza again.


 


I could not live without pizza, either! What is your favorite swear word?


 


Asshat


 


Ha ha! I love that word :) What’s your favorite part about winter: not shaving your legs every day or warm fuzzy sweat shirts?


 


ROFL! Umm…Warm fuzzy sweat shirts. Pair them with baggy sweat pants, a nice polar fleece throw and three dogs piled on my lap and I’m in heaven. Or as close as I’m going to get in winter. Brrr!


 


Baggy sweat pants—yeah! If you won a million dollars from the lottery, what would be the first thing you’d buy?


 


A house in the country that sat on a minimum of five wooded acres. I wouldn’t even bother to sell the house I’m in, I would gift it to my parents.


 


I would love a house in the country, too! Now for the quickies ;)  


 


Soda or Coffee?


 


Diet Coke, baby!


 


Barefoot or tennis shoes?


 


Barefoot.


 


Ice cream or chocolate?


 


Ice cream.


 


Aliens or monsters?


 


Neither. *shiver*


 


If I must choose I’m going to go with monsters. I think I could fight off monsters. Aliens, on the other hand, might have some sort of special power like mind control and I’d be doomed to fail before the battle even began.


 


Those aliens are sneaky and can’t be trusted, for sure, ha! Thanks for taking the time to answer my questions! Before you go, could you share a blurb and excerpt from one of your novels?


 


AFTER MIDNIGHT Blurb:

 


Can music heal the fractured soul? Or will it tear them apart forever?AfterMidnight_w3440_300-1


Thirteen years—that’s how long Isabeau Montgomery has been living a lie. After an automobile accident took her mother’s life, Izzy hid herself away, surviving the only way she knew how. Now she is happy in her carefully reconstructed life. That is until he walks through the door of her bar…


Black Phoenix singer/front man Noah Clark came to Long Island City with a goal–one that doesn’t include an instant, electric attraction to the dark-haired beauty behind the bar. Coaxing her into his bed won’t be easy, but he can’t get her pale, haunted eyes nor her skill on the piano out of his head.


Can Noah help Isabeau overcome the past? Or will her need to protect her secret force her back into hiding and destroy their chance at happiness?


AFTER MIDNIGHT Excerpt:


 


 


He leaned into her. “If you still want me to stay away from you, you’d better tell me now.”


“Noah?”


“Yeah?”


“Kiss me.”


She didn’t have to ask twice. He dipped his head, settled his lips on hers and plundered. He dragged her against him, and drank in the hot, potent taste of her as he fed on her mouth like a starving man.


She softened, a tiny sound of passion slipping up her throat—an urgent invitation. His pulse leaped. So did other parts of his anatomy. Her fingers burrowed through his hair.


He deepened the kiss, stroking his hands down the sides of her body to settle on her hips. He used them to guide her as he stepped forward once, twice, until her back settled against the trunk of the maple. Awash in the smell of her, the feel of her, he pressed closer, until no space existed between them. Her breasts flattened against his chest, her hips arched into him. Heat from her body flowed into his, sparking a fire. His heartbeat echoed in his head.


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March 4, 2013

Linda Carroll-Bradd ~~ Dreams of Gold ~~ Author Spotlight & Book Feature

Thanks for having me today, Niecey, so I can share about my historical romance novella, Dreams of Gold, that is free today on Kindle.


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Dreams of Gold by Linda Carroll-BraddDreamsofGold_web


In 1871, Easterner Ciara Morrissey travels west to honor a sacred promise to her mother and locate her fortune-seeking father. Caretaker to her grandparents and mother until their deaths has created a thirst in Ciara to see the wider world.


Sheriff Quinn Riley hunts the Irish charlatan who swindled half of Bull City, Wyoming’s residents. He’ll stick close to the newly arrived opinionated woman. Within only hours, easterner Ciara Morrissey upsets the townspeople by making inquires about his prime suspect. He’s duty-bound to keep her safe but being near the green-eyed beauty sets off a stampede in his heart.


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EXCERPT:


More evidence she was a stranger to the wild circumstances of the western frontier. Anticipation of organizing the chase flitted through him. “Did they use names? Or speak to their horses?” At her head shake, he fought back the urgency rising in his chest. “Anything that might provide a clue?”


“We heard shots, Sheriff, and Mr. McGinnis shouted for us to do what we were told. A man rode up to the window on each side, demanding our money and jewels.” A dainty shoulder lifted in a shrug. “That’s when Miss Fairchild screamed her virtue was about to be stolen and swooned, landing in my lap.” Green eyes danced, and a high-pitched giggle escaped. “Frankly, I doubt the robbers planned on lifting anyone’s skirts.” Eyes widening, she clapped a hand over her mouth and shook her head.


Damn. Quinn had seen witnesses suddenly realize the danger they’d been in and that’s when hysterics set in. Lord, he could not abide a crying woman. “Did you notice any detail about their saddles or markings on their faces that stood out?”


Her brows scrunched low, and she squared her shoulders, pulling her jacket snug across her breasts. “I feared for my very life, sir, and you think I should have noticed their saddles?” She inhaled deeply, and then her whole body stilled. “Yes, I do remember something about the saddles.”


He watched the movement of her chest—in particular, how the buttons strained their closures. The rhythm of his heartbeat kicked up and a bead of sweat trickled on his forehead. Lifting his gaze to her face, he leaned forward, forcing himself to concentrate on what she might share. “What’s that?”


“Each man sat in one.” Her body rigid, she raised the mug to her lips and waited, an eyebrow arched high.


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AUTHOR BIO


As a young girl, Linda was often found lying on her bed reading about fascinating characters having exciting adventures in places far Linda Carroll Braddaway and in other time periods. In later years, she read and then started writing romances and achieved her first publication–a confession story. Married with 4 adult children and 2 granddaughters, Linda now writes heartwarming contemporary and historical stories with a touch of humor from her home in the southern California mountains.


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Published on March 04, 2013 22:01

March 3, 2013

Middle of the Night…

I’ve been awake in bed, long after everyone else has fallen asleep, and my mind won’t stop turning. It is a good thing the kids are home from school tomorrow, which means I do not have to work outside the home. I would be a mess all day at the office, otherwise.


I’m lying here, with the white noise of the electric heater to keep me company and my mind from drifting in directions I don’t want it to go while I’m writing. Dead silence is the absolute worse for creativity — at least for me. And right now, while my eyes are sleepy, but my mind is not, I need that white noise to keep the words flowing and my mind from wandering. I worry a lot. I wonder where I get it from, this mind that never shuts off. I am pretty sure it’s not inherited from my parents.


I’ve been heavily writing this next book and finally, things have clicked into place. Of course, I had to let go of the rigid outline I had written up. Apparently, my characters don’t care for rules any more than I do. It’s funny how sometimes once you let go and give a little leash, things finally take off.


I suppose I better get back at it. I’ve only got a little ways to go before I can ship it off to my editor and find out what holes there might be, or what I need to do to get it into my readers’ hands before the end of the year. It’s an exciting thought for the  middle of the night…


 


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Published on March 03, 2013 23:45

February 28, 2013

Oh, Snap…@!#& Just Got Real!!!

Me and bookSo I had to post this because HOW COOL DO I LOOK HOLDING MY OWN BOOK!!! Forgive me folks, this is my debut novel so I’m bouncing off the walls :)


Just wanted to share my excitement, and thank everyone who has supported me on this long road to publication. And for those who didn’t…well, ne-ner-ne-ner-ne-ner, this girl is PUBLISHED!!! ha ha!!!


To all you out there who have dreams of seeing your book in print, do NOT give up. Ever. Because it will happen. Keep writing. Keep dreaming. Keep believing!


Thank you to everyone so far who has read my book. Thank you to anyone who has added Fender Bender Blues to your TBR pile (scooch it on up to the top, I won’t mind!). Celebrate with me on Facebook by clicking HERE!


Niecey Roy


Fender Bender Blues, a romantic comedy


Print & E-book available NOW at Amazon

Print available NOW at The Wild Rose Press


Available everywhere May 3, 2013

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Published on February 28, 2013 16:08