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December 15, 2013
Ever heard of Santa Wearing Spurs?
Reblogged from Wild and Wicked Cowboys:
He does in a new anthology by Sandy Sullivan, Becky McGraw, Sable Hunter and Desiree Holt. 27 5 star reviews on Amazon!
Available at B&N, Amazon, and All Romance Ebooks.
Check it out!
Tied Up for Christmas
Bree Donovan has a thriving career as an architect in Chicago but a long-term relationship with her sub has turned very bad and she needs to get away.
December 9, 2013
Blurb ~ He’s So Into You
Blurb:
Being badly injured in a plane crash and feeling responsible for losing his fianceé keep Jordan Cooper from getting involved with another woman, but his best friend Caleb talks him into going on a blind date. He’s surprised that in a short time his feelings for Raina Abbott runs deep. Jordan wants more than just one night with her, but he has to convince her first.
Leaving an abusive ex and ending an unhealthy relationship with food still aren’t enough to help Raina Abbott overcome her feelings of insecurity, but her best friend Jayce convinces her that going on a blind date is the first step to boosting her self-confidence and feeling good about herself again. Jordan Cooper shows her that she’s beautiful, both inside and out, but can a date and one night of passion assure her that he’s really into her?
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December 7, 2013
REMY by Katy Evans ~ #bookspotlight #BYNR @AvidReadersCafe
Synopsis:
Underground fighter Remington Tate is a mystery, even to himself. His mind is dark and light, complex and enlightening. At times his actions and moods are carefully measured, and at others, they spin out of control.
Through it all, there’s been one constant: wanting, needing, loving, and protecting Brooke Dumas. This is his story; from the first moment he laid eyes on her and knew, without a doubt, she would be the realest thing he’s ever had to fight for.
I’m delighted to have you here. Let’s start by telling us, who is Katy Evans, and why did you decide to write?
Thanks so much for having me! I’m Katy, mother, wife, daughter, friend, and author. I’ve always wanted to write, ever since I was twelve and reading Sweet Valley High, so you could say I’m living my dearest dream and wish right now.
Do you write full-time?
Yes. Usually for eight hours a day, sometimes more when I’m on deadline, sometimes less.
How do you balance family life with your writing?
I’m currently having a schedule drawn to try and balance my days a little better, especially since the writing has taken so much of my time. Now I separate my writing hours during the day and space them with time for health and fitness, social time (to call a friend, play with my kids), date nights (with my hubby) and free time to do some reading, yoga, or anything that really refuels me.
Have ever written a character that was bits and pieces of you? Who was it?
I think all my characters have my passion in them, since I really pour it into every sentence of my books.
Which of your books would you like to be made into a movie?
REAL! For sure REAL would be a great move. There’s the action in those amazing fights, the love, the secrets, the villain. I would love to make it happen.
Give us a brief overview of your previous works.
MINE is just releasing, and it is the sequel to REAL, my debut release about a fallen boxer and his sports rehab specialist and their all-consuming, intense love story.
What’s your favorite book or series you’ve written?
This series is very dear to my heart, the REAL series. The first three books center around the same couple, Brooke and Remington, and I love how each book represents a stage in a relationship. REAL – meeting, discovering, lust, falling in love. MINE – love, devotion, insecurity, challenges, and growth. REMY – the final wrap up to their story! Following these three we also have RIPPED and RAW, the love stories of Brooke’s friends, Pandora and Melanie, with their guys. Can’t wait to share too.
What do you want your readers to gain from reading one of your books?
The sense that I do believe love is powerful enough to conquer all.
Do you listen to music while you write? Are there any other rituals you do?
Yes! I listen to music every time I sit down to write, and I also always have to have a warm cup of coffee or tea my my side.
What advice would you give to new or aspiring authors?
Grab that little bully in your head (the one who tells you that you’re not good enough, and you can’t make it) and shut him up by taking action, sitting down to plan your book, and slowly, write, write, write, until you prove that little bully how wrong she(or he) was.
What can readers expect from you within the next year?
Within the next year, I’m finishing off the REAL series – which are 5 books total – and I also have a special book planned in relation to this series. Then, I also have a new series planned as well. So there’s lots more coming!
Katy, thank you so much for cooperating.
THANKS FOR HAVING ME OVER!!
TEASER:
“REMY! REMY! REMY! REMY!” people yell.
Their chants grow in intensity while her startled golden eyes devour me like I’m devouring her.
“You want more Remy?” the announcer happily asks the crowd. “All right then, people! Let’s bring out a worthier opponent for Remington Riptide Tate tonight!”
Hell, they can bring out anything they want, man or monster.
I’m so primed, I could take a couple at once.
In my peripherals, I’ve got her pinned down, nice and tight. In that frilly shirt. Those body-hugging pants. I’ve already cataloged her at about a 120 pounds and five feet seven, at least a head shorter than me. In my head, I’m already measuring her breasts in my hands and tasting her skin with my tongue. Suddenly, I notice she whispers something to her friend, rises to her feet, and takes off down the aisle.
“And now, to challenge our reigning champion, ladies and gentlemen, is Parker ‘the Terror’ Drake!”
I stare in disbelief as she walks off, and a knot coils tight around my gut as the rest of my body tightens in preparation to chase.
The crowd comes alive as Parker takes the ring, and all I can do is watch her leave my arena while every molecule in my body screams at me to go get her.
The bell rings, and I don’t play the little feinting and waiting game that me and my opponents always do. I stare into Parker’s face and give him a look that says, Sorry, dude, and go straight for the slam and knock him down.
He falls splat and doesn’t move.
The crowd is stunned into silence. The announcer takes a moment to speak as I wait, frustrated as fuck, my heart pounding in anticipation as I wait for Parker to stay down and the counting to begin.
It begins.
Come on, motherfuckers . . .
I’m fucking winning the championship this year and I won’t be disqualified . . .
Just call it a knockout and let her hear . . .
TEN!
“Holy cow, that was fast! We have a KO! Yes, ladies and gentlemen! A KO! And in record time, our victor once again, I give you, Riptide! Riptide, who’s now jumping off the ring and—where the hell are you going?”
The crowd goes crazy as I land on my feet on the aisle and their screams follow me all the way to the lobby. They are screaming for me while my body is screaming for me to catch her. “Riptide! Riptide!”
My heart pumps like crazy. She’s walking fast, but I’m fucking running. Every one of my senses demand I chase, capture, and have this girl. I grab her wrist and spin her around.
“What the—” she gasps, her eyes wide in shock.
She’s so beautiful my lungs freeze. Smooth forehead, long lashes with spiky tips—those gold eyes, that dainty nose, and those marshmallow lips. I need to taste that like yesterday. My mouth waters as a wild, primitive hunger opens up inside me.
“Your name,” I growl. Her wrist is tiny in my hand, fragile, but I’m not about to let go. Oh, no.
“Uh, Brooke.”“Brooke what?” I snap, tightening my hold.
Her scent works me into a lather. I need to find the source of that scent. The back of her ears? Her hair? Her neck?
She tries to pry her hand free but I tighten my hold because she’s not going anywhere but my bedroom.
“It’s Brooke Dumas,” a voice behind me says, and then the crazy friend who was with her throws off a number, which my idiot brain doesn’t grasp, for I’m still hung up on her name.
Brooke Dumas.
My lips curl as I meet that pretty gold gaze. “Brooke Dumas,” I say gruffly out loud, slow and deep, my tongue twisting around the name as I savor it. Such a strong, classy fucking name.
Her eyes widen in shock—and she gives me a hungry, doe-eyed look that lets me see she’s a little excited but a little afraid.
It makes me crazed. I need to touch, smell, taste, claim. I burn with the need to tell her she should be afraid of me, and at the same time, all I want is to pet my hand down her long hair and promise her I’ll be her protector.
Yielding to the impulse, I slide my fingers into the nape of her neck, fighting to be gentle so that she won’t run, while only one thought remains in my head: Take. Her.
My gaze never leaving hers, I set a dry kiss on her lips, slowly, trying not to scare her, but just so she knows who I am, and who I will be for her.
“Brooke,” I say against her soft lips, then I draw back with a smile. “I’m Remington.”
Her eyes meet mine, and they’re metallic gold and liquid with something I recognize as wanting. My smile fades as I look down at her mouth again. It’s so pink and soft I bend my head to take it even more deeply. My blood rushes through my veins as her scent drowns me. I want this woman. I can’t wait one more second without tasting her, taking her.
One second she’s warm and trembling in my arms, quietly tipping her head back for more, and the next, the crowd engulfs us and some fucking lunatic is screaming in my ear.
“Remy! I FUCKING LOVE YOU! Remy!”
Brooke Dumas seems to snap into motion and quickly squirms free.
“No.” I reach out to snatch up a piece of her white shirt. But she and her friend wind through the throng like wiggly, little bunnies, and I’m in the crowd stuck with two fans who—
“Riptide, my god, please let me touch your cock.”
“Riptide, you can take us both together!”
As they rub their hands down my abs, I think, FUCK! and pry their arms away, then I charge after her. When I reach the elevator, the gate is shut and I hear her noisily ascending up to street level.
“Remy!”
“Remington!”
Growling in anger, I slam my palm to the closed door, then dodge an incoming group of fans and bulldoze my way back into the locker room.
I don’t know if I’m angry, frustrated, or . . . I don’t know. Where the fuck is she going? She was looking up at me like she wanted me to eat her; I don’t even understand fucking females and never fucking will. Scowling as I charge to get my stuff, I slam my fist into a locker.
“Take care of your knuckles, Tate!” Coach snaps as he gathers all my things into a red duffel.
I loathe being told what to do. So I slam my other fist into another locker and dent it like I did the first, then I glare at the old man and grab my headset, my iPod, and a sports drink. Following my crew out to our Escalade, I’m pissed as fuck at myself for letting her go. I try saving her number on my phone, at least the few numbers I remember.
“That KO was unbelievable, dude, you knocked him down within three seconds!” Riley says, laughing.
I stare out the window at the lights of Seattle and tap my fingers on my knee.
“All right, so what was that all about? Are we going to discuss the elephant in the car?” asks Pete from up front. “The one with the long hair? You seemed hell-bent in chasing, Rem?”
“I want her watching my next fight.” The car falls silent when they realize I’m fiercely hung up on her.
Pete sighs. “All right, I’ll see what I can do. We also got you a couple of girls.”
“A good assortment,” Riley adds. “A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead.”
And as soon as we get up to the suite, there they are. They’re waiting for me. Three girls with different-colored hair, waiting in next-to-nothing clothes, ready to fuck the Riptide.
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About Katy Evans:
Hey! I’m Katy Evans and I love family, books, life, and love. I’m married with two children and three dogs and spend my time baking, walking, writing, reading, and taking care of my family. Thank you for spending your time with me and picking up my story. I hope you had an amazing time with it, like I did. If you’d like to know more about books in progress, look me up on the Internet, I’d love to hear from you!
Website: http://www.katyevans.net
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Katy-Evans/521052267929550
Twitter: https://twitter.com/authorkatyevans
Email: authorkatyevans@gmail.com
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December 6, 2013
12 Fabulous Plot Resources for Novelists
Reblogged from Creative Writing with the Crimson League:
One of the toughest things about writing a novel is plotting. No doubt about it. We've all struggled with plot ideas (at least, I know I have!)
It's been a while since I've hosted a guest post, so I'd love for you to join me in welcoming the wonderful and insightful Molly Greene to crimsonleague.com. Molly is an author-blogger with a new release called "Rapunzel" and a FABULOUS blogging handbook called "Blog It" that has helped me a ton!
December 4, 2013
#WritingTips- Use Your Microsoft Word Doc Tools to Make Writing Easier!
When my Muse wakes me up in the middle of the night, or I have an epiphany of a new scene to add more life to my manuscript, the first thing I do is search for any means of recording my thoughts. Paper and pen, notes on my iPhone, voice recordings if I’m driving, or sometimes I just grab my laptop, open up a blank word doc, and let my fingers fly over the keys.
Three Things Authors Overlook When Writing Fiction
Reblogged from Creative Writing with the Crimson League:
There are some tactics and tendencies writers tend to abuse--we talked about a handful last time--but there are also techniques and approaches that writers don't take full advantage of. I'd love to start a discussion about some of those things today.
Some items in this list are more emotional/ mental, dealing with how we approach our writing. One is more practical (at least in application).
November 30, 2013
Tia Kelly is in my Book Spot!
Reblogged from Nikki's Book Spot!:
Hey everyone! Tia Kelly dropped by my Book Spot to share with us a little something about her greatly anticipated novel, Playing for Love, released on November 26th! All I know is, if you haven't grabbed this book, go out and pick it up now! It's beautifully written and many scenes will have you completely caught up--better have some Kleenex near by!
Roxy’s Review ~ A Special Kind of Love by Tamara Hoffa ~ #scpromance #scpublishing #secretcravings #bookspotlight #BYNR @AvidReadersCafe
Blurb:
Through Fights and Fire, Prejudice and Passion, Burns A Special Kind of Love
A divorced school teacher, estranged from her family, wants to start over. Sharon Daily moves to Gaines, Wyoming with her ten year old autistic son, Aaron. She hoped to find kindness and acceptance in this small town. She wasn’t looking for love…
Tanner West, the Fire Chief of Gaines, seems to have it all. Great job, loving family, and any woman he wants to warm his bed at night. But, Tanner has suffered too. A Native American in a white world, he longs to find love and acceptance. He is ready for more than someone to share his bed. He wants someone to share his life. And Sharon really lights his fire.
Making a life with Sharon will require A Special Kind of Love.
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Secret Cravings Publishing
Bookstrand
Allromanceebooks
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Review of a Special Kind of Love by Tamara Hoffa
Since the beginning of time, people have been prejudged and treated unfairly because of their race/ethnicity, religious beliefs, sexual orientation, age, ability (or disability), economic and social background, nationality and so on. Anyone can be misunderstood, maligned or even murdered because of these perceived differences. In short, prejudice, as well as discrimination, is one of the scourges of our society.
Ms. Tamara Hoffa deals with issues of prejudice in her novella, A Special Kind of Love. In this story, Sharon Daily moves to Wyoming to begin her new life. Her son, Aaron, has Asperger’s Syndrome, a condition which is oftentimes misunderstood. Not only does he need support from his mother,but also sensitivity and an unconditional love. Sharon fits the bill. He also requires a special kind of man, a father figure, who is willing to understand and be patient with him. Tanner West is that kind of man. Unfortunately, not even Aaron’s own biological father loves him as a father should. It’s a good thing Tanner fulfills the role of surrogate father effortlessly. Ms. Hoffa also touches on the issues of race and race relations as Tanner is a Native American living in a white man’s world.
Although, A Special Kind of Love is a relatively quick read, it doesn’t feel rushed or underdeveloped at all. Ms. Hoffa weaves a story which shows how the relationship between Sharon and Tanner develops, from a mutual attraction to a burning passion for each other. The vivid descriptions give me some insight into Ms. Hoffa’s own character, as her love for nature, horses and her understanding of children with Asperger’s Syndrome permeated every page of her story.
I highly recommend this five-star book, and look forward to reading more of Ms. Hoffa’s work.
Filed under: Uncategorized Tagged: contemporary romance, erotic romance, romance, Secret Cravings Publishing, Westerns/Cowboys Romance
November 29, 2013
and then there was silence.
The writing process for me is finally creating it's own predictable pattern, but it still throws me a curve ball ever so often. I'm not used to those yet. It usually happens like this:
Inspiration (a muse sits down and joins me for coffee) > Doubt ("Should I work on this story or something else instead?") > More Inspiration (
November 28, 2013
#Guest Post- Get to Know Carlos Ortiz from Playing for Love by Tia Kelly
Several weeks ago, M.J. Kane was sweet enough to let Yasmine Phillips of Jaded babysit my blog for a day. Yasmine was polite enough to answer a few questions during her visit, so when M.J. invited me here I thought I’d bring someone with me to do the same.
There are a quite few characters in my book, but I immediately thought of Carlos Ortiz (even though he tends to be a man of few words).
