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February 18, 2012
Winners… we haz them
So the next IF YOU winner is
Alecia B...
And the Valentine winner is Cathy M... *G* Roses and Gorillas. Awesome.
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Saturday Snippets…
FYI, this is an UF I wrote and I have no idea what I'm doing with it. I'm hoping to sell it but this is a new genre for me so it's kind of up in the air and I'm not saying anything else about it, either. O.o
I'm supposed to post something romantic. For the guy in this...this is about as romantic as he gets.
His mouth brushed over mine as he whispered, "You stood by the body of a dead kid, a wolf you didn't know and I saw the grief in your eyes and it gutted me. You had no reason to care, but you did. I knew, then, even if the Alpha wasn't issuing threats you would have done everything you had to do to find Doyle...that was when I really started to slip. But I'd already done the damage and I couldn't undo it, could I?"
Reaching up, I laid my hand over his. "If you couldn't undo the damage, pal, you wouldn't be in bed with me."
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Eliza Gayle
Rhian Cahill
Anne Rainey
Jody Wallace
Lissa Matthews
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
Alison Kent
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Zoë Archer
Lacey Savage
Leah Braemel
February 17, 2012
The Friday 56… the next #Grimm
From Grimm Tidings
"What are you thinking?" he asked, lifting the hand on he'd laid on his belly and placing it on her thigh.
"Wondering just what to do about the fact that you're in my bed."
Black brows arched over his eyes. A smile slashed across his face and if she wasn't mistaken, she would have sworn it was just a little wicked. "Just what do you want to do about the fact that I'm in your bed?"
Her breath caught in her chest and her heart started to race. Well, there were all sorts of things she wanted to do. But whether or not she should do it… Rolling to her knees, she went to all fours next to him, peering down at him. "Since it's a dream, I can do whatever I want, I guess, right?"
"If it's your dream, I'd say that would be how it works."
(It's open on my PC cuz I'm editing, so it's pretty darn handy)
About the Friday 56
Grab the book nearest you. Right now
Turn to page 56.
Find the fifth sentence.
Post that sentence (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog or (if you do not have your own blog) in the comments section of this blog.
Post a link along with your post back to this blog.
Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.
February 16, 2012
IF YOU KNOW HER…snippets.
It's about time to start teasing...ah. Sharing snippets. 
Keep in mind, guys, this trilogy works best when read in order. No major spoilers in the snippet, though. Maybe a minor one or two. Snippet is from my editing copy so it might have typos.
The house was silent…completely and utterly silent, save for the slow, measured sound of Law Reilly's breathing as he lifted the bar up, lowered it, lifted.
Sweat rolled down his brow, along his arms. He ignored it, focusing on the weighted bar. Just like he ignored the trembling in his arms—especially in his right. That arm, still trying to heal from that bad break, didn't seem as strong as it should be, and by the time he was done with the third set of reps, his muscles were quivering, all but begging for a rest.
He ignored them, moved to the next set of exercises, and the next. It wasn't until he'd worked his body into a numb state of exhaustion that he let himself leave the gym he'd set up in his basement. On his way down the hall, he passed by a closed door.
Months ago, it had been his office.
Now, it was nothing but unused space.
A while back, he'd finally admitted the obvious and moved his books and everything else out of the room, turning his living room into his office. Wasn't like he had a lot of company out here anyway.
There was just no way he could work in that room again—that room where a man had died, slowly, painfully. Although the professional team had gotten the blood out of the floor, although he'd redecorated, even put down a new floor, he couldn't look at the room without seeing it the way it had been that night. Without seeing the blood.
Shit, there were days when he didn't even wanted to live in this house—it wasn't just the office, but the house. But Law wasn't about to give in to that—wouldn't let the bastard win that battle.
He'd keep his damn house, but the office…no. He wasn't fighting that one. He couldn't stand to go in there—even though it no longer looked anything like it had looked all those months ago. Law still couldn't look at that room without seeing blood.
Without remembering how a guy he'd known in elementary school had killed a cop in there, then tried to kill Law, and Hope. Shit, there were days when he thought if he had any sense at all, he would tear this damn house down, build a new one.
Screw tearing it down—burn it, and salt the earth, make sure no demons from the past could rise to haunt them. Then he'd move to Fiji, buy a shack on the beach and write from there.
But he was too fucking stubborn to do that. Too stubborn, too determined.
And he knew the demons would still be there anyway.
The demons lived in his memories, not in the house, not in the earth. He couldn't eradicate them from his memory, so he'd just have to deal with them, live with them.
Those memories weren't going to win, damn it. They weren't.
Joe was dead, Hope was safe and she was happier than she'd ever been in her life. It was over. Completely over.
He'd just started up the steps when the phone rang.
His muscles turned to lead as he turned to stare. It was late. There had been a time when late calls wouldn't faze him but after the past year, it was hard to ignore the dread creeping through him. Hard to ignore the worry, the fear.
Not too many people would be calling him. Not too many people had his number. Hope and Remy. Lena and Ezra. His agent. A few friends. That was about it—and none of them would call him this late unless it was an emergency.
Scowling, he moved to the phone, stared at the caller ID.
Virginia. Did he know anybody in Virginia?
The machine picked up and he stood there, dumbly, as a voice rolled out. Low and smooth, soft and sexy as black velvet draped over a woman's nude body.
"Hello. I'm…looking for Law Reilly. My name is Nia Hollister. I…ah, we met a few months ago…"
Yeah. He hadn't forgotten. They'd met the day she accused him of killing her cousin. The day she'd punched him, drawn a gun on him—not exactly the sort of woman a guy was going to forget.
Without realizing what he was doing, he reached for the phone.
"Hello."
"Ahh…Mr. Reilly?"
He just waited.
"Ah…hello. This…okay, this is awkward. My name is Nia Hollister. We met a few months ago—"
"I remember." Short, silken, dark hair. Big gold eyes. A mouth that he would have given his right arm to taste. Long legs. Attitude. Grief. And a gun…mustn't forget that gun, or the fact that she'd come onto his property ready to kill him, and Hope, if she'd decided they had something to do with her cousin's death.
Stupid, he knew, being that hung up on a woman with that kind of reckless disregard. But he couldn't help himself, couldn't stop thinking about her, even months later.
Even now he found himself wondering what that mouth of hers would feel like pressed against his. How she would taste. How she would feel if he pressed her up against a wall, then pressed himself against her…
"Yeah. For some reason, that doesn't surprise me," Nia muttered, her voice low and soft. Then she cleared her throat. "Look, I'm sorry to be calling so late. I just wanted to…well…"
Her voice trailed off.
Law cocked a brow and leaned back against the wall. "You wanted to what?" he asked when her silence stretched from a few seconds into nearly a minute.
"I…shit. Has anything else, um, weird happened in Ash since well, you know, that shithead died?"
"Weird." Law ran his tongue along his teeth and tried to get his brain to think about something beyond the physical images. But he wasn't having much luck. "Define weird."
She muttered under her breath and then abruptly said, "You know what? Forget it."
And just like that, she hung up.
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February 15, 2012
Final stop on Curves and Qs blog hop…
Want to get in on it? It will be open for a few days, so make sure you visit everybody!
Today we're at Under The Covers
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February 14, 2012
Memorable Valentines?
Happy Valentine's Day... or as I saw somebody posted on twitter (can't remember who, sorry!) if you're single...Happy Singles Awareness Day!
So...I did this once before and it was fun.
Let's have a contest. What's your most memorable Valentines memory? I've always had some pretty good Valentine's Day. Good guy, good kids...I tend to buy presents for the kids, as well as him, since I'm completely in love with them and him.
Today I received a bottle of mango rum, some lovely red roses and some dark chocolate. #heart
I can't think of any bad Valentine days. I've had good ones, but I think one of my favorites was when he had a dozen red roses sent to me when I was still working at the doctor's office. It was a lovely, unexpected surprise-I'd never had flowers sent to me at work.
So what's your most memorable? Good, bad, doesn't matter. Just memorable. Post your experience. I'll draw one name to receive a prize...not sure what because this is totally last minute. It might be a book, it might be a GC. Shoot, I might mix up an iTunes playlist of the music I've been listening to lately or I might hit my favorite candy store and send you some goodies.
So...cost of prize is yet to be determined. Void where prohibited. Open across the globe. Do not post to sweepstakes sites. Odds of winning depend on number of entries. Winner will be posted here as means of notification, probably by the end of the week, meaning you have to check back to see if you've won. I do not email the winners. Read my disclaimer for the rest of the rules. **FYI, entering means you've read it and agree to it.
Now...what's your most memorable Valentine memory?
February 13, 2012
Randomosity…
Just a reminder...if you've read either IF YOU SEE HER or IF YOU HEAR HER, all you have to do is post a review on BN, Amazon or Goodreads and you can enter for a chance to win an ARC of HUNTER'S FALL. FYI, this may be the only giveaway I do here-I had to get my own ARCs made, so if you want get in on it, here you go.
Up at Spaz's blog today for the blog hop. :)
Last week, well, sorta... between 2.3 and 2.10, I wrote a book. It was 5k when I looked at it on 2.3. And on Friday, 2.10, when I wrote the last wrote, it was over 75k. Then I went back on Saturday and Sunday and added another 10k. It's now done.
It's urban fantasy, the first non-romance I've done since a short story project. It has a romance aspect, but it's nowhere near key to it and there is no HEA. I'm pretty damn pleased with that, actually. The book just about ate my brain-I was writing, on average, 10k a day, which can average to about 45-50 pages.
I'm not going to talk much about it, but it's with my agent. I'm hopeful. Wish me luck. It could possibly be a series, and I have ideas, even enough to do a synopsis on book 2, and the start of book 3.
Wish me luck and say prayers... this is the sorta thing I've wanted to do for ages.
February 11, 2012
Heh. Saturday Snippets… all about cold places
And this one? Set in Alaska. It gets damn cold there.
From Stolen
Having a minor mental meltdown over my personal appearance…you know, girl stuff, she thought. She was definitely entitled to a major freak-out over what was going on with her career. And she was female; she didn't have minor, or major, meltdowns over her appearance, ever. She should be entitled to them, every now and then. This was her time.
"I need to talk to you," he said quietly.
Shay arched an eyebrow. "Really. And here I was thinking you drove up from Earth's End at eight o'clock just because you had nothing better to do."
A faint grin slanted his mouth. "You really are a smart ass," he murmured.
"One of my finer qualities," she murmured, stepping aside to let him enter. She shut the door behind him, shivering as a wicked burst of cold air came slicing through. Wrapping her arms around herself, she turned to face him.
He was slipping out of his parka and she felt her mouth go dry as she watched his sweater stretch over his shoulders. Man, she loved those shoulders...she'd always loved those shoulders...For some reason, looking at him managed to stir the hormones she was able to ignore at any other time.
Why was it she'd managed to go most of her adult life without feeling these pangs of lust and need, but whenever he was around, they were about all she felt? Made it even harder to think.
As he turned back around to face her, she forced herself to look away, staring at her feet so he wouldn't see anything all those things she didn't want him seeing—he'd always seen too much. That had been one of the problems.
Incidentally?... Stolen is now up from PREORDER at Amazon. No other info is available yet, but it's a romantic suspense. 
Other snippeting authors....
Eliza Gayle
Rhian Cahill
Anne Rainey
Jody Wallace
Lissa Matthews
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
Alison Kent
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
TJ Michaels
Shelli Stevens
Zoë Archer
February 10, 2012
Reviews, Word of Mouth, Hunter's Rise…
Would you like a chance to get an ARC of Hunter's Rise?
Here's an easy way...If you've read either of the ASH books, either IF YOU HEAR HER or IF YOU SEE HER, just post a review. Amazon, Barnes & Noble or Goodreads. Honest reviews only, please. You don't have to be a professional reviewer to do this...something as simple as I liked this, I didn't like this, I loved this, and this is why... will suffice. (Please note, just stars don't count as reviews....sorry!)
Leave a link here to where we can find your review & your reviewer handle. If you can't leave a direct link, for example, BN's review on IF YOU HEAR HER would be
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/reviews/If-You-Hear-Her%2FShiloh-Walker/1100643312 (and your name)
Amazon would be http://www.amazon.com/If-You-See-Her-Romantic/product-reviews/0345517547/ (and your name)
Goodreads would be (borrowing a friend's...)
http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/270306452
If you decide to post a review of both, then that doubles up your chances. If you've already posted one? Awesome, yes, it counts, just leave the info below so I know where to find it.
FYI, my ARCs of this book are very, very limited. The only ones I have are the ones I put together on my own, so if you'd like an ARC, this could be a really, really good chance. One person will be drawn to receive an ARC of HUNTER'S RISE.
That's it....easy way to get the ARC. I'll leave this open for a bit.
Typical mumbo jumbo...
This particular contest prize's value is about $10, what it cost me to have the ARC made. Odds of winning depend on number of entries. Open internationally, do not post to sweepstakes sites. Void where prohibited, yadda yadda yadda...winner's name will be posted here and you must check back to claim your prize. Read this rest of my disclaimer here, and FYI, if you enter any of my contests, that means you've read & agree to my disclaimer.
