personally, I love this party… each day ya get a chance to win something great… in fact, yesterday I found out that I am the proud winner of a $5 amazon gift card… how cool is that … anyone that knows me will tell you that if you want to make my day give me a gift card to either amazon or Hobby Lobby… so this chick is over the moon … 😛 and to show my excitement, here is one of my favorite Pinterest GIFs … lol
omg peeps… looks like we have a chance to win something from the RRBC homefront…woo who… and look at those other sites… these are all some exciting prize opportunities… okay… I am off to check these guys out… happy wordage, tracey
Howdy y’all… 😛 I hope everyone is keeping cool and relaxed, ready to win some great prizes… over here in Ashland, Ky it is sweat-palooza… but I am more than ready to party… woo who… so let’s have some fun with Rave Reviews Book Club’s BACK-TO-SCHOOL BOOK & BLOG BLOCK PARTY, this is my stop here at Finder’s Keepers – Author Tracey Clark…
One lucky winner will be chosen to receive either
jewelry *(bracelet or earrings – made by me)
or one of the keychains I’ve been working on… (incase you’re not looking for jewelry)
as well as a personally made bookmark…
all you have to do is leave a commentat the bottom of this post… and you are entered to win… see… super easy… here is a peek at some of the pieces you will have to choose from…
number of winners: 2
while there is only one winner for the Block Party, I will also be choosing a winner from those of you interested in signing up for my Newsletter
and don’t forget to stop by the other blogs just waiting to give out freebies… check out the other blog scheduled for today…
and now for a little bit of fun… how about a character interview… let’s see if Makayla LaPine (from my latest novel – Southern Discoveries) will tell us what she really think about our Princess Marin, how she feels about the man in her life (if Quaidin even stands a chance), and how she plans to work together with Marin without either of them killing each other… lol… (Books and Blurbs can be found at the bottom of the page…as well as an exciting summer sale!!!)
Character Interview – Makayla LaPine
Interviewer (Jazz):(rubbing his hands together, a wolfish grin growing on his face, he speaks into the hidden camera, practically bouncing in his seat…)
Hey y’all… Jazz here with SBI – Affairs (we are the supernatural version of the human Internal Affairs, but with sass… our work is shared with the Supe Community during these daily news reports)…
Today I will be sitting down with Makayla LaPine… sadly, no one knows if Ms. LaPine is a Norm or not (meaning without magical genetics), which means we will be proceeding with caution… it also gives us an excuse to delve into the personal… muhahahaha…
(straightens up in his chair) oh, here she comes…
Makayla: (oozing sex, she saunters into the room, perching the seat next to Jazz as if ready for a photo shoot)
I was told ya needed ta speak with me??? What can I do for ya, darlin’?
Jazz: (the purring of her voice momentarily wipes all his carefully prepared questions from his mind… the woman practically screamed wanton perfection…)
ummm…. I need you… I mean I need to ask you a few questions… your boss needs me to ask you a few questions.
(clearing his throat, he starts over)
Anton has asked me to double check a few things when it comes to his highest ranking Finders. Nothing difficult… just background, interaction with others, and a few general job related questions.
Makayla: As ya like.
(she waves her hand airily through the air and waits for him to continue…)
Jazz: (he is dying to ask what she knows about the supernatural community, but Queen’s Law forbids the discussion of anything magical unless you are 100% sure that the person you’re with is one the varying Supes that make up the different magical races. Shaking his head, it is hard to believe that the level of sexual attraction exuding from her pores is anything but magic.)
Let’s start off with a simple question. How do you like working for Finder’s Keepers? Working with other Finders to locate lost or stolen people and material objects?
Makayla: For da most part, I’d say rewardin’… Ya never know what kinda delicious secrets ya’ll discover in this job. Oh, and helpin’ others, of course.
Workin’ side by side with a bunch-a gorgeous alpha males helps to make each day excitin’. Them yummy rascals really know what they’re doin’. Even our number one research gal, Marin, seems ta-have come inta her own. All n’all a wonderful team.
Jazz: (Thrown off track, he rechecks his background research… this woman was supposed to be a grade A biotch… shaking his head, he continues carefully…)
Most consider you to be a man-eater. Your treatment of others brass, confrontational, and a bit on the rude side.
Makayla: (flipping her hair over her shoulder, she straightens in her chair)
I do what I’se have ta… if them no account lay-abouts have sumptin ta say-
I’se git da job done, in half’ta time, an’ all without da help of dim polecats… unlike some… sleepin’ der way ta da top, an’ lord-a-mercy… the complainin’ I’se deal with…
Jus cuz I’se have a healthy appreciation fur male companionship? Dis makes me a Man-eater? Jealousy tis what it tis.
Jazz: (barely able to understand a word of her angry southern-twang rant, he slouches down in his seat, nodding)
Ummm… I totally agree?
(clearing his throat, he continues)
So how would you describe your relationship with Marin??
Makayla: (for some reason the question makes her narrow her eyes before she answers)
I’ve never given da girl much thought really… other than da fact dat she obviously has a ‘special’ relationship with our boss, Antonius Slade… I mean… up until dis last week or so, she didn’t seem ta have much worth… other than her phenomenal research capabilities…
I’se have ta admit, her background and research for my Finds always leaves me with very little ta do… but something has changed… lately everyone has been running ta Marin for help… normally she would be the last person I would dream of goin’ to for help-
Jazz: (sits forward and interrupts)
Really… What type of Find are we talking about??
Makayla: (waves hand dismissively through the air)
I recon I’se better see how Marin fairs before sharing my secrets with anybody else! Needless ta say, something was taken from me more dan twenty years ago. I decided dat if my boss and my co-workers were looking ta Marin for help, I needed ta get on board. Heck… I believe that she may truly be my last hope.
Jazz: (ducks his head to cover a smirk)
Well… if you don’t feel like talking about your co-workers and the Finds you guys are involved in, let’s move on.
What do you think of the newcomers to Finder’s Keepers? They may be just borrowing office space, but it has been pointed out by quite a few people that Quaidin Lari can’t keep his eyes off of you.
Makayla: (twists her fingers)
Oh… yeah… well, he’s…
Besides… I need ta focus on helpin’ Marin with da Find… I don’t have time for his attention, no matter how pretty da package.
Jazz: (doesn’t know how to respond… especially when he notices the light reddening of her cheeks… )
(Can’t think of anything non-magical to ask… but before he can continue, Makayla oozes to her feet)
Makayla: (hands on her hips)
Why don’t ya tell da big boss-man ta reschedule dis little interview for when ya have yur questions in better order, and you’re able ta keep yur tongue in yur mouth long enough ta ask’em.
(Huffs out of the room)
Jazz: (loosens his tie, he slumps down in his seat)
Well that was definitely an experience… the power coming off that woman is almost as frightening as her sharp attitude… if she isn’t one of the Fae, then she is definitely something powerful… I for one wouldn’t want to face her in a fight…
anywho… that’s all for now… tune in Aug 29th to hear from our long lost princess… Marin will be in the hot seat as we stop in at Finder’s Keepers Series site, and hopefully she will feel like sharing a secret or two with us… 😛
Blurb for Southern Discoveries…
Makayla can’t believe that her life has been reduced to this… asking the flighty office girl for help. Could Marin really be capable of working the decades old Find that has plagued Makayla for most of her life? With her goal within reach, she will take a chance on Marin, avoiding all distractions. Especially the overwhelmingly delicious stranger begging for her attention.
Quaidin Lari wants to get in, finish his mission, and get out. Anything to get back to Out-realm and as far from Earth-side Kentucky as possible. His band of mercenaries – the Fianna – have one goal… to locate Marin, the highly sought after Fae Princess, and see to her protection. As the Incubus on the squad, he needs to focus on persuasion and manipulation.
The mission was a walk in the park… until her. Quaidin never saw Makayla coming. A woman with enough sexual allure to bring him to his knees…
And…. on the shelf for Summer Sale we have my first novel… Shocking Finds
woo who… 99 cent Summer Sale…
here is the blurb and buy links…
An act of rebellion, Marin doesn’t think that running into the new store in town will hurt anything. Her aunt will never know… right? One car wreck later, her aunt is hospitalized, Marin is forced to spend her twenty-first birthday fighting for her life, and magic – the very thing her aunt has always sworn to be for fools – is real. And so is the irresistible Fae dedicated to Marin’s protection.
Kyland has searched Earth-side and all the other realms, looking for a missing Fae child. A child his Queen prophesied would be able to one day save the Fae people from the Danshue, as the evil Fae threat tries to overwhelm the entire Supernatural Community. A child that would know nothing of her blocked gifts, or her Fae heritage waiting to be claimed. A child that has grown into a curvy, delicious morsel he would love to taste
Together Marin and Kyland will fight Fae assassins, overcome betrayals, and if they’re lucky … they will find the Danshue responsible for their plight. That’s if Marin doesn’t shock him to death with her erratic new gift, and her out of control emotions.
for information about my short stories to be found in the following anthologies, go to Finder’s Keepers Series … or click on the link at the top of the page for Book Site… woo who…
and finally, here is some information on my short story Goodbye Roanoke… only 99 cents…
What happened to the Lost Colony of Roanoke? Jodina knows that she should be embarrassed, but really… they had it coming. As a Vampire/Dragon hybred, Jodina has lived for more than 200 years avoiding humans and supernatural creatures alike. But one accidental fire – hey, her Dragon side can be a bit testy – and she finds herself locked up with a handsome Vampire and a few innocent children. Their crimes? Well, the mob outside their cell has decided that they are unclean abominations… Jealousy and fear, with a heaping dose of hate, can turn human beings into deadly creatures.
August is all about winning… 😛 and everyone loves winning freebies… I know I do… all month long RRBC ( RRBC Link) will be providing opportunities to win books and other great prizes from authors and bloggers set up to participate … I will be waving hello to y’all on the 5th (on this site – traceylclark.com ) and on the 29th (over on my book site – Finder’s Keepers Series) … woo who…. parrrrrrty!!!
I will have one winner from each site included in this Blog Block Party… woo who… decided to offer either a bracelet or a pair of earrings (made personally by me), along with a book mark… however… should the winner decide that they don’t have any use for jewelry, they can opt for one of the keychains I’ve started making… hear are some pics of the jewelry… sorry… no keychain pics yet…
bracelets i made
bracelets i made
I will also try to keep everyone updated (with posts from here) on the sites they need to visit in order to win daily prizes… but just head to the RRBC page ( RRBC Blog Stops) if I fall behind… otherwise I will share posts on twitter… my go-to social site.. lol…
DAILY GIVEAWAY: (1) Gift basket which will include a Kindle Fire, $10 Amazon Gift Card, autographed copies of my latest books, and more!
entering to win prizes is super easy… all you have to do is visit the site of the day (or sites) and leave a comment… see… Easy… alright… that is all I have at the moment…
I still need to set up my posts… I am thinking of doing some *character interviews*… a little peek at the Makayla and Marin tension from my latest novel Southern Discoveries… and some of the juicy details about the men in their lives… let’s get the dirt on these two gals…
I want to thank everyone for helping with the costume ideas… and if you entered to win and missed my comment, everyone of you are winners… just scroll down and click my FB link… Private Message me you email and your choice of e-copy… I have Shocking Finds in ePub, Mobi, & PDF… woo who… wordage
okay guys… it was really hard for me to pick a winner … i loved all the suggestions… so a random draw win is…… hangell531 …. but I am so grateful to all you guys that I want to make everyone a winner… wooo whoo… just head over to my Facebook page and sent me a Private message with your email… that way it wont be sent out to the entire world … muahahahaha… also… if you put up a review of either amazon or goodreads, i will make sure that you get a copy of Southern Discoveries (book two: Finder’s Keepers) … okay… gotta run… here is my Facebook https://www.facebook.com/trace.clar
Personally, I love horses… the few time I was lucky enough to ride (aka: full out run) were some of the happiest in my live… there is nothing like the feeling of flying over the land as the horse beneath you thighs cuts loose…
there are a few things in life that I think everyone should experience at least once… ride a horse; feel the release of free-falling (on a theme park ride, cliff jumping, or for the really extreme – sky diving); and find one thing in life – something beautiful – that takes your breath away, or brings a tear to your eye… now it’s time to check out Linda Nightingale and her latest novel….
Gambler’s Choice By Linda Nightingale
A novel about people who love horses…
From The Wild Rose Press
Cover Artist: Debbie Taylor
Editor: Mary Harmony
An English aristocrat and a Virginia socialite go head-to-head—and feet-to-feet—in a battle for ownership of a very special horse.
Digital Price: $4.99
Print Price: TBA
Becca McQuaid came to England to find the perfect horse but instead met a darkly mysterious challenge in Austen Heath, Baron of Hampton. She’s determined to buy Austen’s stallion Gambler’s Choice. He’s determined not to sell, but the rivals are thrown together by an accident that leaves Austen with a broken leg and the threat he’ll never ride again.
Austen Heath has the title, heritage and manor house…but not the fortune. Becca is wealthy. Her charms are irresistible, but he believes she’s shopping for a Ladyship to go with her money. He has another reason to hold the sexy blonde at arms’ length—the unexplained disappearance of an old friend everyone thinks was his lover. When her body is discovered on his property, he becomes a suspect in her murder.
In a blood-stained white robe, Austen drove a knife down on a chopping board. What was he chopping in the middle of the night? Blood leaked from what appeared to be a heart. Sickness rolled in her stomach.Dane sat at his feet, watching his master. A noose of fear tightened around Becca’s neck. Did the heart he diced for the dog belong to the missing Julia? Her stomach flipped. Get a grip, Becca. Your imagination is running away with you. Her phobia didn’t listen. A chill slithered down her spine. She backed away from the door, collided with a table. The mastiff lurched to his feet, barking. Becca froze, unable to tear her gaze from the bloody knife.
Agonizingly slow, Austen turned on one crutch, knife in hand, the gory blade raised. “Stay, Dane. Ah, Becca. Come in. There’s something I’ve been meaning to show you.”
A shudder ploughed through Becca. Her voice shook. “What is that?”
“A beef heart. What did you think? Ah…” he whispered a laugh. “You thought I was dicing Julia’s heart to feed to the dog.” Gripping the knife, he paced her retreat. “I do believe you’re afraid of me.”
The belt slipped, and Austen’s robe parted to his waist. The man’s body would tempt a nun. She retreated. He advanced.
“I couldn’t sleep. That happens quite often. I decided to prepare Dane a special treat.” He tossed his hair out of his eyes, the cruel smile and the condescending tone returning. “Ah, Becca, Becca, you’re thinking I killed Julia because she was pregnant.”
“Yes. No. Put away the knife, please. I can’t think.” She labored for breath.
Austen flung the knife clattering to the floor. The startled dog leapt back. Trembling, Becca stood her ground. She’d chewed the inside of her jaw raw.
“There, Becca,” he snarled. “You can come in now.”
Blood smeared the polished oak floor and the horrible knife. Her stomach ached, and bile stung her throat. She forced herself to look at anything but the stained blade.
Austen halted, leaned against a wall. “I appreciate your confidence and trust. A month of living together has taught you nothing about me.”
Dane disobeyed the command to sit, returned to lick his master’s fingers.
“There, there, son.” Austen glanced at the dog. “I’ll soon finish your treat. First, I must convince Becca that I am not a murderer.”
Born in South Carolina, Linda has lived in England, Canada, Miami, Ft. Lauderdale, Atlanta and Houston. She’s seen a lot of this country from the windshield of a truck pulling a horse trailer, having bred, trained and showed Andalusian horses for many years.
Linda has won several writing awards, including the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award. She is the mother of two wonderful sons, a retired legal assistant, member of the Houston Symphony League, and enjoys events with her car club. Among her favorite things are her snazzy black convertible and her parlor grand piano. She loves to dress up and host formal dinner parties.
the Eggcerpt Exchange is almost over, but there are still a few more authors coming your way…
soon we will be back to just my insanity… but for now, check you Kryssie’s novel while I head back to my edits.. 😛
Meet Viola Lightfoot, heroine of Kryssie Fortune’s book, To Seduce an Omega #Eggcerpt Exchange
Hello. I’m Viola Lightfoot.
I’m a healer and I was born right here in Prowlerville. In the alpha’s residence, actually. For the first six years, I was my father’s pampered darling. Then he tossed me out like a bag of trash.
I live in a deserted shepherd’s hut deep in the forest, and while I’d like to visit Prowlerville more often, as the Rock Prowler’s Omega wolf, I’m not welcome. Unless someone needs my healing skills, of course.
I don’t have a significant other, but I’m certain I’m coming into my first heat. I know, that’s odd since I’m in my late twenties. She-wolves’ breeding seasons usually start at puberty, but since the beating that left me with a crippled knee killed my inner wolves, I never expected to have a season at all.
I’m terrified that my father sends his thugs to attack me again. They almost killed me before. A few years later, they burned down the only real home I’ve ever known, and my foster mother perished in the fire. I dream of leaving Rock Prowler territory and starting over. It’s not going to happen though. No pack would accept a crippled wolf like me
The Rock Prowler alpha condemns Viola for her inability to shift. Forced into poverty and isolation, she ekes out a meager existence as a healer. As the pack omega with a crippled knee, she’s forbidden to mate. Her first heat beckons, but no wolf will dare to bed her.
Titus, a wolf rejected by his true mate, overflows with violence and anger. The Lykae King sends him to take over the Rock Prowler pack. He condemns Viola for wanting payment before she treats her patients and threatens to bring in a new pack healer. With her crippled knee and no other income, she’d starve.
She-wolves from families who disagree with the alpha have vanished. When Titus investigates, the alpha’s allies imprison both him and Viola. To escape, he must seduce Viola—the she-wolf he insulted and reviled. If that’s not bad enough, she despises him for his seeming allegiance to the alpha. As he gets to know her, she steals his heart, but after all that’s happened, how can she accept him when even his fated mate refused him?
After a quick assessment of Tansy’s injuries, Viola grabbed a knife and a packet of herbs from her dresser. “What happened to her?”
Titus’s expression softened as he stared at the injured woman. “I don’t have a clue. I heard a whimper from a thicket of murder thorns, and the poor woman was lying unconscious in the center. Elves’ blood, you’ve got your gold. Get a move on. Can’t you see she’s lost so much blood she’s going into shock?”
The arrow topped Viola’s priorities. Once she’d pulled a threadbare apron over her head, she poured alcohol over Tansy’s wound. If the archer had barbed the head, pulling the arrow out would tear the flesh from Tansy’s thigh. Given that this looked like a deliberate shooting, Viola prayed the bowman hadn’t poisoned the arrowhead.
Titus laid Tansy on the moss and sweet-herb pallet, his touch so gentle Viola wondered how it would feel if he laid her down with such care. Just once, she wanted someone to be gentle with her. That or teach her about orgasms and sex. I should be concentrating on Tansy, not drooling over Titus’s ass.
She swallowed hard and settled on the floor beside her patient, her bad leg extended in front of her. Getting up again would be hell, but Viola would manage somehow. She always did, but on bad days her knee ballooned to twice its normal size. Her gaze strayed back to Titus’s ass. She pictured herself running her hands over it or stroking it or rubbing up against him and breathing in his musky vanilla essence.
Her nipples ached, and she felt as though flames licked at her cunt—all that for one of Zebadiah’s personal army. Despite his gentle treatment of Tansy, Viola couldn’t trust Titus an inch. This stupid urge to wrap her body around his and run her fingers through his short-cropped hair would fade soon. It had to. Nothing good could come of her having a fling with a stranger, no matter how much he made her heart race.
Tansy moaned when Viola cut the remnants of her skirt and probed her wound.
Titus’s eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched. “Do you enjoy hurting the helpless?”
Her? Hurt the helpless. Viola would have laughed if he didn’t make her so fluttery and hot. She stood on quicksand, and the only way to stay safe was to cling to Titus. Yeah, like he’d ever offer his hand.
Her chin rose. “I’m a healer. Only an idiot would think I meant to hurt Tansy. I needed to know if the arrow had struck bone. Fortunately, the head’s embedded in her thigh muscle, but we still need to push it through rather than just yank it out. Once I’ve poulticed the entry and exit wounds, I’ll clean up her scratches.”
“Then get a move on.” Titus’s fingernails turned into claws, and he bared his fangs. At her. She should be scared or even screaming. Instead, she almost came when she pictured those fangs sinking into her flesh as she orgasmed around his cock. No. Not feeling anything for him…really. Besides, who the hell does he think he is? Judging me as though he’s the Rock Prowler alpha.
Viola did her best with limited materials. The alpha refused to let her leave Rock Prowlers’ territory to train further even though that left the pack without a qualified healer. She’d lost her books in the fire that had destroyed her home, and she hated when she didn’t know enough to help.
If Elspeth hadn’t taken Viola in when her mother vanished and her father banished her from her home, she wouldn’t have survived. Twenty-two years later, survival was still a struggle.
Healing was all she had left. She understood difficult childbirths and kept a stock of herbal remedies for the rare occasions a wolf couldn’t heal himself by shifting. Sadly, nothing would fix her knee. Without her inner wolves, Viola would never be whole again.
She stole a quick glance at Titus, and her heart rate sped up again. His confidence and strength along with the way he took charge of a bad situation made her envy his mate—assuming he had one.
The bonded couples in town never left each other’s sides unless they had to, which made her wonder what Tansy had been doing out here alone. Jealousy hit Viola like a fiery arrow. The thought of Titus bonding with another woman turned her stomach sour. Not that she’d ever have children or a mate, but a she-wolf could dream.
here’s a book to make you think… some of our greatest movies are based on novels steeped in feeling and life choices…
okay… this was just the cutest animal pic I could find… something simple, something that makes me smile… words and pics, novels and movies…. when done well, they evoke dread, happiness, terror, sadness… anything can happen when you come across an author that knows their stuff… while I haven’t read Surviving Haley, it seems that this is what Brenda Baker is trying to do… happy wordage…
What if your mistake is unforgivable?
Lauren Werthman struggles with guilt and depression. Even moving to another state and into a new home doesn’t help her overcome the life-altering aftermath of losing her sister.
Memories of the tragic accident reverberate through her life as her family tries to cope, but Lauren’s life spirals out of control. Her mother criticizes her choices every day, her father continues to work later and later, and people at her new school seem to know the family secret.
Lauren binge-eats, has nightmares, and doubts the existence of a God Who didn’t intervene to prevent the senseless tragedy.
As Lauren’s family and friends work through the pain and guilt, will they find that even though the void will always remain, the power of forgiveness brings peace and hope and a bright future, or will Lauren forever be lost to the pain and guilt?
Out in the hallway, I joined the human current heading for my next class, gym. Even that didn’t seem so bad, since a sugar-induced high had kicked in. Weaving through the crowded hallway, I hung a right and …Oh, God, the smell. Chlorine. A swimming pool, behind a glass wall, next to the girls’ locker room. All that water. Splashing sounds.
My legs stiffened. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t bend my knees. Someone was whimpering. Was it me? The floor seemed to float out from under me. The lights were too bright, the white tiles too shiny. I was afraid I’d pass out, or worse, puke. When I tried to scream, the sound died in my throat, the same way it had that day. Run. Now.
Brenda lives in Nebraska with her husband and a stubborn husky. When she’s not writing, she enjoys hanging out with family, reading, traveling, camping, golfing and swimming. She’s working on a new YA story about a sixteen-year-old girl who finds herself homeless after her mom loses their house to foreclosure.
How many EGGcerpts have you guys got marked down on your TBR lists… I know I definitely found a few interesting finds over the past few weeks…and I swear, I will eventually get the time to read a few of them… just as soon as I get through a few more edits… lol… evil, evil edits… the month is flying by, and my edit-list is still pretty full…
I really like this next Exchange… it definitely sounds right up my TBR list alley… 😛 sooooo without further ado, here is Kim Kasch…. and her novel The Cats of Cullaby Creek….
I’m a writer who grew up in a family with 9 kids and only 1 t.v. so I spent my days reading and, later, writing. I love books. . .maybe because I never got to pick t.v. shows we watched. But I’d run home after school to catch the last fifteen minutes of Dark Shadows…
I still love to run…and read. My favorite romance novels are The Hunger Games…okay, I know, it’s a survival book but it’s really all about romance. Then there were the series: Twilight, Fifty Shades, and more but I also love paranormal, Horror and even light books like Dewey the Small Town Library Cat… Mainly, I just love to read. . . and write.
Sorry to be so long-winded but did I say I love to write? …and talk and…knit, and sew, and bake… I could go on but I’ll stop by saying, I hope you’ll stop by and say “Hi”.
Thanks for listening.
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Love is in the Air, something else is in the water
Kelly and Kyle
These two shared some sort of history. And now I was in the middle of their story.
Sparks flew through the air. But, they didn’t seem to notice—or maybe they just didn’t care how uncomfortable they were making the rest of us.
I scanned the room. The terribly odd thing was that while they stood in the center of the cafeteria—arguing—everyone’s eyes were on me.
What is so interesting about me?
After a few seconds, I heard whispered accusations slammed back and forth, like a ping-pong ball. My name, muttered in odd and angry tones. No one seemed to mind staring at me, but only the bravest few were sneaking sideways glances over at Kelly and Kyle, hoping no one noticed.
This wasn’t what I needed on my first day at a new school. I hadn’t come here looking for instant enemies, but I knew I’d accidentally stirred a private pot and things were already starting to boil.
I needed to do something and quick. From the sounds floating around me, if they got into an actual argument, I was going to get the blame.
I spit out the first words I could think to say, “What’s a new kid to do, after school, around here… for fun?”
Kyle sighed and chuckled, “That depends on what you’re hoping to find and what you think is fun.” He stepped back away from Kelly for a moment. “You big city kids always think something needs to be going on. But in real life, in a small town, not much ever happens.”
“We could ask my Mom to drive us into Astoria to do some shopping,” I suggested. It was a little too obvious—even to me—Kelly wanted me out of the picture and was trying everything she could think of to keep me away from Kyle. I almost felt sorry for her—but only for a second.
“Or,” Kyle sat down and nodded for me to join him. I could feel a warm rush of air and his scent worked its way up inside my head. I barely heard him finish, “We could go for a run.”
“What?” Kelly demanded, clenching her hands into tight-balled fists at her side.
“Savannah,” Kyle lowered his voice and said my name slow, putting an emphasis on the last syllable, like it was a soft sigh, ‘ah’. And, for the first time in my life, I loved the sound of my own name. “Is a runner. And she’s fast. Aren’t ‘cha?” He nudged me and moved even closer. I could barely think. His smell overpowered my senses; it was the sweet woodsy scent of him that took me by surprise. I closed my eyes and drank it in.
When I opened them back up, Kelly’s eyes were shooting red flames of rage straight at me.
I gazed at Kyle and felt a warmth in my stomach again. It was working its way up into my chest. “That’s not what you said this morning,” I laughed then spun away.
“You two went running this morning?” Her voice came out in a squeak that broke into a high-pitched screech, like fingernails on a chalkboard.
“Yeah,” Kyle said casually, then back to me he added, “And, I’d like to see how fast you are.”
I wondered if everything he said was going to have a double meaning but I wasn’t ready to question his motives. He was my only real friend in this place, and it looked like I was going to need a few because I was making more than a few enemies, without even trying.
“I could use the exercise,” I nodded, looking around the table at the other kids’ faces and wondering why no one else had said a single word. “Plus, you could show me around the town.”
“No problem,” Kyle agreed, and I couldn’t help looking forward to it, even though I knew Kelly wasn’t going to be happy about my running off with Kyle. “But I only think it’s fair to warn you, there’s not much to see—so don’t get your hopes set too high.”
“Great—I mean about the exercise,” I smiled, and without even thinking how it might sound, I added, “Then it’s a date.”
Kelly only heard one word and it was like I’d pulled back a rubber band—hard—and snapped it against her forehead.
She wailed like a wounded animal, “Agghhh!” and spun around on her heels, stomping out of the room.
Kyle shrugged and started to walk toward the exit, then he twisted around to call out, “I’ll meet you out by the flag post after seventh period.” His lips curled softly, throwing me a quick backwards nod, “And, remember, it’s a date.” The last thing I saw was his warm, sensual grin, as he glanced around the room before he gave me an exaggerated wink—meant more for everyone else to see than for me, and then he disappeared out into the hall.
I wished he would have used a different word because he didn’t need to rub it in.
I shrugged. Who cares? I told myself, he’s been the nicest person in the entire school. If it weren’t for Kyle, I wouldn’t want to ever come back to Mist High.
The rest of the day dragged on and on. All I wanted was to see Kyle again, with his sleek body and powerful frame. But what I found fascinating was the casual way he had about himself. He said whatever he wanted, while I worried about everything I said, how it would be taken, and what people would think of me.
Somehow, Kyle was working his way into my system, like a powerful drug. And I was beginning to feel addicted. I couldn’t wait for our meeting out by the flag post.
Finally, after what seemed like absolutely for…ev…er, the bell rang.
I rushed out of class, down the hall, and out the front doors of the school to meet up with Kyle.
But as I got closer, my spine tingled. Something was wrong. I could feel it. Then I knew why.
Kyle wasn’t standing underneath the flagpole; someone else was there, waiting for me.
“Kelly,” I muttered under my breath.
She stood beneath the red, white, and blue banner with an enormous grin carved into her face, like a giant jack-o-lantern beaming up at me. But this look was way more sinister and gloating. My knees suddenly felt weak and my throat went dry.
This girl just kept surprising me.
When Savannah meets Kyle, its love at first sight. And why wouldn’t it be? He’s perfect, as far as she can tell. But Kyle appears whenever things go wrong. Maybe he isn’t everything she thought he was. It’s a complete mystery until she discovers the water in Cullaby Creek is being bottled and sold as vitamin “infused” water. Mistic Water promises the impossible. And then, like a magical elixir, it delivers. People who drink it feel younger, smarter, faster…healthier. But it doesn’t take long before side effects hit. Literally. The secret has to be in the water…or is it something more?
Hey guys… I need help… and not mental… though that is definitely in question… I mean… what have I gotten myself into… Oh, not this hop… this is easy and fun… no I am talking about one of the book signings I will be at this year… one that I will be needed a costume for, for the costume ball… But I am getting ahead of myself… let me introduce the Hop and then Please, for the love of mud, help a girl out… 😛
Little Things Blog Hop
Hi everyone Tracey Clark here and I am one of over 100 authors/bloggers/ on
the Little Things Blog Hop! This hop has over 200 chances to win prizes, the rafflecopter for the overall event has a ton of prizes just waiting to be won… and each of the 100+ blog stops will have their own give away…
Make sure you visit each stop and enter the posted giveaway… for this stop, I am giving away an eBook copy of Shocking Finds (epub, pdf, or mobi)… to be entered to win, simply answer the follow:
—If you had to pick a book/movie character to dress up as, who would it be (description of outfit would be great)?
lol… sounds silly, but I am in serious need her peeps… I will be going to a costume ball at the Imaginarium Convention… I am already nervous about being on one of the panels (not sure what they want me to do) and being in front of a lot of people for any reason always throws my system into whack… I can see it now… sweating, red in the face, about to throw up, when I just kill over and pass out…. yep… that would so be my luck… to help me out… use the comment section below and give me some ideas… and be entered to win …
And not to worry… if you already have a copy of Shocking Finds, I will be sure to send you an Arc of Southern Discoveries (Book Two – Finder’s Keepers) when all the bugs are worked out…
And be sure to enter the amazing rafflecopter too which has a ton of prizes to be won!
For those of you don’t already know me, I am the author of Shocking Finds (A Finder’s Keepers Novel), I plan to be attending three book signings this year (Wild in West Virginia – June in Charleston, WV; Imaginarium Convention – Oct in Louisville, ky; & Rebels and Readers RARAE – Nov in Huntington, WV) And I am working to get two more novels ready for the signings… and as stated above, I will be attending the Imaginarium Costume Ball (EKK) I hope to see you all there…
I know I’ve already used this GIF, but come on… lol.. this is great… poor kid… WATCH OUT FOR SWINGING HIPS… 😛
we have hit the midway point on our second month of excerpts… the bookish egg hunt is almost at a close… I have had a lot of fun getting to see all the ideas and responses from my fellow authors… a nice diversion from all the edits… but soon I will have my first contemporary romance back from the beta reader…. and that means??? yep…. more edits… lol… but I love my Skymanns and know that they deserve the best…
this Eggcerpt also falls in the contemporary romance genre… with a Plump and Pretty MC to show that love comes in all sizes… 😛
Plump & Pretty
Big & Beautiful series, book 6
by Mary E. Thompson
New Release – will be available March 15 (preorder links are live)
Riley is a quiet woman. She likes to read, hides behind her books. She doesn’t date much and thinks no one would be interested in the quiet, plump girl with her nose in a book.
Connor was the high school hottie. Riley knewofhim, but never knew him. So when he approaches her at a wedding she’s baffled that he knows she exists let alone knows her name.
Then he disappears, only to show back up a few days later, right when she needs someone to talk to.
Not someone to kiss though.
When everything Riley’s ever wanted seems almost within her reach she starts to wonder if it’s possible, or if it was just a dream all along.
I looked down at his large hand circling my smaller wrist. I’d never felt small next to a man, but seeing his fingers wrapped all the way around my arm, the tips resting against his palm as though I was a normal sized woman and not big, made me feel small. I looked over him again, taking my time with my appraisal, enjoying the view of his long, thick legs encased in denim, the drape of his wool coat covering his hips and upper body. His other hand gripped the arm of the chair as though restraining himself.
His blue eyes begged me to reconsider, to take his words at face value then dig deeper into the heart of what he was saying. His lips were parted, poised to continue his argument if I didn’t give him the answer he wanted. Out darted his pink tongue covering the edge of his lip before vanishing again. For some reason with the appearance of his tongue my brain stalled, forgetting momentarily what we were talking about.
“Riley?” he asked, his rich deep voice pulling me from my blankness.
“Sorry. Um, are you for real?”
A glimmer lit his eyes, a spark of a challenge. He looked like the Connor Lee I remembered from high school, the one who never turned down a dare and who always got what he wanted.
He stood slowly, his hand still wrapped around my wrist. At his full height he towered over my 5’10″ height by the eight inches I knew he was taller than me. Broad shoulders dwarfed mine with arms that were almost the size of my legs. Connor Lee hadn’t lost any of the definition or size he had in high school. It looked as though he’d perhaps gained even more size.
“Riley, I like you. I know we don’t know each other well, or really at all, but when I saw you, I knew I had to try to get to know you.”
“Why? I mean, really?” I stammered, not really sure what the hell was going on.
His free hand lifted and approached my cheek. I flinched, wondering what the hell he was doing. He looked into my eyes, peering close, then lifted his arm slowly, as though I was an animal that was spooked. I guess I was.
His palm touched my cheek and I brushed against it like a greedy cat wanting more. He stepped closer, the blue of his eyes darkening to a navy. The hand on my wrist glided up my arm, pausing at my shoulder before ducking under my hair and cupping the back of my neck.
Completely under his control my head tipped back, giving him full access to me. As his head lowered, my eyes drifted closed, a replay of our motions at the wedding. His lips got closer, my breath coming out in hurried puffs as I felt his breath on my face. A heavy pause filled the space, disappointment filling me as I realized he wasn’t going to kiss me like I thought.
“Riley,” he said, making my eyes open. His face was right in front of me, level with mine. His navy eyes bore straight through my body. I’ve never known a feeling of being devoured by a man’s eyes until that moment. He glanced down over me, my flesh heating with every flicker of his eyes. When they met mine again I knew I’d do anything he asked, and that one day he’d crush me.
“Riley? Can I kiss you?” he whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear.
Mary E Thompson grew up loving to read, spending many nights hiding under the covers with a flashlight to finish a book. As an adult she still stays up too late, but doesn’t need a flashlight anymore thanks to her ereader. When Mary’s not reading she’s playing with her two kids or living out her real life romance with her hubby. She has a weakness for chocolate, Buffalo sports teams, and wine, lots of wine.
Interviewer: Thanks for being here today, Riley. It’s pretty exciting to hear you just got READ. How are you feeling?
Riley (laughs):I’m great. This is the best day of my life. I never thought READ would actually be mine.
Interviewer: It sounds like a pretty interesting story. Do you want to share it with us?
Riley: Well, some of it is private, but I’ll just say I have the best fiancé ever.
Interviewer: Connor Lee, right? You two grew up together?
Riley (nods): Yeah, we did. We went to high school together, but we didn’t really know each other. He was dating a girl whose lockerwas next to mine.
Interviewer: So how did you get together?
Riley (smiles and gets a dreamy look in her eyes): He approached me at my friend’s wedding. I didn’t know he even knew my name, but he knew a lot more than that. He surprised me at every step, right up until the end when he asked me to marry him.
Interviewer: Does he like to read as much as you do?
Riley (laughs): I don’t think anyone likes to read as much as I do, but Connor does read. More now than before though.
Interviewer: How did you get into owning a book store?
Riley: I always loved to read. I was forever that girl with her head in a book. I knew I wanted to work with books so I got a degree in Library Sciences. When I was going through school I wanted to work though, so I got a part time job at READ. By the time I finished my degree I loved it so much I couldn’t bear to leave.
Interviewer (smiling):It sounds like you really love it there?
Riley (nods):It’s my favorite place in the world. Connor laughs, but when he talks about taking a vacation I talk about how many books I could buy with the money.
Interviewer (laughing):Books are pretty important to you. What else matters?
Riley: Family and friends, without a doubt.
Interviewer: Your friends are like a second family, aren’t they?
Riley: Definitely. I worry about them as much as I worry about my sisters.
Interviewer: What do you worry about?
Riley: That they won’t be happy. That they won’t find someone to share their lives with. My friends are mostly paired off, but Carrie and Charlie are still single. I worry about Carrie the most though because all she’s ever wanted was to be a mom. She’s starting to think it won’t happen.
Interviewer: Do you want kids?
Riley (shrugs):Eventually. We’re not there yet. I’d like to get married first.
Interviewer: When is the wedding?
Riley (smiling): April 21. We don’t want to wait.
Interviewer (eyes wide): Wow, that’s soon. Have you always dreamed of your wedding day?
Riley (shakes head):No. Strangely enough I barely thought of my wedding at all until Connor proposed. That’s another reason we’re doing it so soon. We’re keeping it small and are pretty laid back with what we’re planning.
Interviewer: If you never dreamed of your wedding, what did you dream of?
Riley: The last few years I dreamed of owning READ.
Interviewer: You have that so what’s your big dream now?
Riley (shrugs): I’m not sure I have one. I’m happy. I have everything I could have ever wanted. A fabulous job, an amazing man, and great family and friends. What more could you ask for?
ooo… Maryann’s blurb is excellent… you have intrigue, a woman wrongly accused, and mob bosses…
Will the sheriff get his man??? or maybe his girl??? in more ways than one, Maryann seems to pulling in drama lovers… it sounds like everyone will be walking along a slippery slope… hmmmm….
#EggcerptExchange Boxes For Beds by Maryann Miller
The 1960s were a time of peace and love in California, but not so in Hot Springs, Arkansas where the mob still ruled. In Boxes For Beds, babies are being kidnapped, and the local sheriff has to put this case to bed before the bosses come down from Chicago for a big meeting. They don’t need the heat of an open investigation that could interest the Feds, and they have the local sheriff under their control. He thinks it’s a good move to arrest Leslie Richards, the new woman in town, even though there’s only thin circumstantial evidence against her. Better for it to be a stranger taking those babies and not one of their own. Leslie has left New York with her ten-year-old daughter, Mandy, hoping to escape from her past and the ruins of a relationship, only to discover that there is little peace for her in Pine Hollow, Arkansas.
“Hush little baby, don’t you cry … ” The plaintive melody whispered in the otherwise resounding silence.
One small candle flickered atop the dust-encrusted chest of drawers, the feeble light unable to dispel the gloom born of the murky darkness. The yellow flame wafted in a sudden draft, casting macabre patterns on a precarious stack of old boxes supported by an intricate network of cobwebs. The pale light briefly touched a figure hunched over an open trunk.
The figure loomed more like a shadow than a real person and reached out a hand to lightly trace the features of the tiny bundle nestled within the trunk’s musty interior.
“Would you listen to me? Singing to a doll-baby just like you was real.”
Wide, unblinking eyes stared back.
“Sometimes I wish … but no. It’s better this way. If you was real, then I’d have to tell you to hush for sure. The Man don’t let me play with no real babies. Says I might hurt ’em. But he don’t know. I can be real gentle. Ain’t my fault those others broke. You ain’t gonna do that are you?”
March 6, 1961
Leslie Richards sat on the ground, idly picking at the strands of dry grass beside her. No sign of green yet, not even in Pine Hollow, Arkansas. Not that she really expected it. Early March is still winter whether in Arkansas or New York, but at least the breeze blew a little warmer here. She definitely wouldn’t be sitting on the ground if she were still in New York.
Easing herself against the thick trunk of the old oak, which stretched leafless branches high into a shimmering blue sky, Leslie thought of how her agent had reacted to the news of her impending move. Merrill had stolen the response Leslie had expected from her parents.
“What on earth do you want to leave New York for?” Merrill rolled a well-chewed pencil between her slim fingers, staring at Leslie in frank astonishment.
“You’re the one who keeps telling me a writer should be well-traveled. Let’s just say I’m broadening my horizons.”
“Some podunk town in the South is hardly what I had in mind.”
“That ‘podunk town’, as you so colorfully put it, is part of my heritage. My grandmother was raised there. I can reconnect with my roots.”
“Right. Like that’s been a burning issue in your life.” Merrill flashed one of her lopsided smiles. “I think you’re holding out on me, kid.”
“Oh, Merrill,” The tears Leslie had vowed not to burden her friend with welled in her eyes and spilled unbidden down her cheeks. “Everything’s such a mess. Since Ronald … I can’t think. I can’t work.”
Maryann Miller is a best-selling author of books, screenplays and stage plays. Boxes for Beds is her first indie release. Her previous books include a police-procedural mystery, Open Season, which is the first in a new series that features two women homicide detectives. Think “Lethal Weapon” set in Dallas with female leads. Miller has won numerous awards for her screenplays and short fiction, including the Page Edwards Short Fiction Award, the New York Library Best Books for Teens Award, and first place in the screenwriting competition at the Houston Writer’s Conference.
BUY LINK – Boxes for Beds is available in paper, electronic, and audio. Links to all formats are on Maryann’s Book Page on her website:
What would I do if I won the lottery? What a great question. We all fantasize about that, don’t we? First, I’d endow the Winnsboro Center For the Arts where I have been the theatre director for many years. WCA offers live concerts, theatre, exhibits, classes and workshops in all areas of creativity, and it has brought so much cultural enrichment and joy to the people in this rural area where I live. Then I would gift my church and my children. Lest I sound too altruistic, I would buy myself a bigger ranch and hire some people full-time to help with the animals.
What is my favorite place to visit? I find it interesting that that will change for me depending on the day and my mood. At the top of the list is visiting my family. The bonds I have with siblings, children, grandchildren are strong, and those bonds pull us together. I also love to go to nearby lakes and sit quietly, just absorbing the beauty around me. Sounds sappy, I know. But, hey, I live in a place where Mother Nature has done some of her best work. I also must mention how much I enjoyed visiting the Bath Houses in Hot Springs. We writers do have to suffer for our research. (smile)
Level of Education or self-taught? While I have gone to college, it was not for classes related to writing, although I did audit a Master’s Class in creative writing. My area of study was psychology and sociology, which certainly has helped me in understanding human nature – as much as anyone can understand. I have taken many writing workshops, including a six-week class with Joe Camp on screenwriting. Things that I learned there helped with acting and directing, in addition to what I learned about writing. On stage, or on screen, you don’t always need words. Next time you watch a movie, focus on what an actor can convey with a look or a gesture. I find it challenging, and interesting, to try to translate that into narrative fiction.
Check out Elaine’s world of royalty…. princes and princesses…. ooo…. and arranged marriage…
I have not read The Enchanted yet, but I want to remind you all that after you read any book, be sure to place a review on Goodreads or Amazon… or heck… do both… lol… we writers need time, and appreciate the time you take to tell us what you think… and now off to Elaine’s post…
Forced by his father into a marriage he didn’t want, Prince Alan soon finds that his bride isn’t the sweet, submissive creature he expected. Morgane has the heart of a dragon and beauty beyond compare, but she isn’t thrilled about the marriage either. When black treachery threatens the kingdom, Morgane and Alan embark on a perilous journey that has an excellent chance of ending in failure and death for them and all of their people.
“Do you see anyone?” Alan whispered. “We must hurry, Morgane. The afternoon grows late.”
“I see no one.”
They eased into the deserted street, but no one appeared to molest them. “Go quickly,” Alan hissed.
They set off at a trot, making good time even though the slap of their feet on the broken sidewalks sounded as loud as thunder to Morgane. One of the cannibal’s arms came free from Nerian s tunic and struck Alan with every step they took, but they dared not stop. The Pool of Lodane had just come into view when Nerian’s grandmother revived.
“She is awake!” Nerian cried as the creature rolled its eyes at him.
Morgane turned around in time to see the thing jerk Alan s handkerchief from its mouth. It wailed and screeched like a soul in torment. Answering howls filled the late afternoon with horror. “Run!” Alan roared.
They ran. Morgane s breath came in gasps. Her chest burned, as did her calves. All of ourefforts are doomed! Behind her she heard Nerian scream. From the corner of her eye, she saw him vanish beneath a writhing mass of green, but neither she nor Alan paused in their sprint for life.
Cannibals poured from every building and street. So many of them! The streets were painted in putrid green. Their only hope was to reach the pool.
Alan growled low in his chest, breezing past Morgane as if she were not even moving. With only steps to go, he dove into the pool, with the old cannibal still slung across his shoulders.
Morgane threw herself to the ground with a scream as a huge clap of thunder filled the air. It rolled and echoed across the entire world. Her hands flew up to cover her ears. Would it never stop? Black clouds roiled and churned, turning the sky an inky black.
The pool screamed. Horrible shrieks joined the cacophony of the skies. Green smoke billowed into the air as if the very water had caught fire. Waves almost as tall as her father s castle shot upward from the pool.
The wave expelled Alan and the cannibal from the water. Morgane screamed until her throat felt raw. “Draw a circle!” Alan roared as he jumped into the pool again, his arms still locked around the old sorceress.
Draw a circle? Draw a circle with the cannibals almost within touching distance? The prophecy! Frantically she used her foot to draw a circle in the dirt and stepped inside. Perhaps it would provide some protection from the cannibals.
In the end, she needed no protection. The cannibals stood as if rooted in place. Nothing about them moved. The wind had picked up to gale force. It took all her strength to remain inside the circle, but not even the cannibals’ hair moved in the wind.
Alan shoved the grandmother out of the pool and promptly jerked her back in.
The minute she entered the water for the third time, the sky cleared. A lovely pink and blue sunset shone above them. The green fog disappeared, and the water in which Alan stood became a beautiful, calm blue.
Morgane blinked, and in that brief moment the cannibals dissolved into sand.
Elaine Cantrell was born and raised in South Carolina. She holds a master’s degree in personnel services from Clemson University. She is a member of Alpha Delta Kappa, an international honorary society for women educators and is also a member of Romance Writers of America. Her first novel, A New Leaf, was the 2003 winner of the Timeless Love Contest. When she isn’t writing or teaching, she enjoys reading, traveling, and collecting vintage Christmas ornaments.
Character Interview Princess Morgane from The Enchanted:
… Greetings, kind readers. I am Madame de Barra, and I have been granted the honor of an interview with the Princess Morgane. I am rather nervous even though I am an experienced interviewer. I have read Madame Cantrell’s tale The Enchanted and must confess that I am all atwitter at the thought of meeting the princess. Oh! She comes now.
Madame de Barra scrambles to her feet and bows deeply. “My princess.”
Princess Morgane inclines her head to Madame de Barra. “Please, take a seat, Madame. It is my honor to meet you.”
They both sit in comfortable twin chairs covered in red velvet with an eagle embroidered on the back.
Madame de Barra: “Thank you for granting me an interview, Princess Morgane.”
Princess Morgane: “I am grateful for your interest in my story.”
Madame de Barra: “The entire kingdom is interested in your story. For the benefit of anyone who has not met you, would you introduce yourself and tell us your occupation?”
“I am the Princess Morgane, daughter of King Maccus, wife of Prince Alan who is heir to his father King Bowdyn. My occupation? I am a princess.”
2. What or who is the greatest love of your life? Why? What drew you to them?
“Beyond the shadow of a doubt, it is my husband Prince Alan. Our love story did not begin the way most do. Our fathers arranged a marriage for the two of us even though we had never met. I did not expect to even like him, but I grew to love him almost immediately. How could I not? He is everything a man should be. He is kind, generous, clever, protective, and he is fair to look upon.”
3. What is your greatest fear?
Princess Morgane bites her lip. “I fear that one day I might lose the prince. We live in a dangerous world. He promises to take care of himself, but I am still fearful.”
4. “What is your most important goal?”
“I have long been concerned over the lack of opportunities for women. I am doing research to see what can be done about it. I myself have been victimized by men, and I long to live in a world where men and women are treated the same.”
5.”What is your favorite food?”
The princess laughs. “I am overly fond of chocolate. It is so costly that even the king cannot often have it, but he did serve chocolate truffles at the banquet honoring Madame Cantrell. In fact, the entire kingdom honors Madame for her marvelous book The Enchanted.”
Madame deBarra nods her head. “As a representative of the press, I covered the release party that the king gave for Madame Cantrell. If my readers are interested, they can find my coverage of the party at RELEASE DAY: The Enchanted Thank you, Princess Morgane for your time. I have greatly enjoyed meeting you.”
Alrighty… I am welcoming Tina Gayle to the blog today, the lady behind this egg-tastic exchange…. she herded us all together to share and exchange blog posts… I especially liked her idea to add in character/author interviews… I chose to do two different character interviews, and send them out at random… so that each person I exchange with didn’t have the exact same post… after the exchange is over, I plan to post my interviews for anyone that missed out…
for now, here is a peek at Tina’s romance novel… and yummy cover… 😛 enjoy
Marketing Exec’s Widow #99cent
Tina Gayle’s #EggcerptExchange
One fatal car wreck…
Everyone’s lives changed…
Marketing Exec’s Widow
Letting go and rebuilding a life comes at a price.
Having come to terms with losing her husband, Jennifer is ready to move on with her life, but she faces opposition from her friends, in-laws, and brother-in-law, who see himself as her future husband. None of them know of Jen’s marital problems and she is afraid of their reaction when they learn she has a date for Friday night?
Hagan Chaney is not anything like Craig. He tempts Jen into the future but is she willing to give love another chance after the heartache she faced the 1st time around.
“God, you must think I’m awful.”
“Not even in the ballpark as to what I think about you. Because I know you would never have said yes to a night out with me if you’d been happy in your marriage.”
His words hit her like a fist to the face and her head snapped backward, striking the wooden partition between the booths. Wow, how could he have guessed the truth when so many people who knew her hadn’t?
She closed her eyes and searched for an answer. For so long, she’d kept her emotions bottled inside, not allowing anyone to see the loneliness or heartache her unhappy marriage had caused. What now? Lie, or admit the truth?
The vinyl cushion squeaked, and a hand touched her shoulder, pulling her from her stupor. Hagan slipped in beside her, his thigh bumped hers and his arm slid along the back of the seat. In the space of a few seconds, his large athletic body blocked her escape from the confining booth.
Nerves pulsed in an agitated rhythm. She couldn’t sit still, and opened her mouth to tell him to back off, but the thin lines of concern marring his brow killed the comment.
“Hey, there’s no reason to get upset.” He cupped a hand over her shoulder and drew her close. “I’m happy you said yes.”
Jolted by his sudden nearness, she exhaled, and then fought to draw air back into her lungs. His crisp, masculine scent acted like a seductive lure, and she had to fight the urge to bury her nose in the curve of his neck.
Tina’s Bio –
Tina Gayle loves writing and is currently working on finishing her Family Tree series, a contemporary paranormal suspense series.
When not writing, she enjoys spending time with my family and traveling around the country. She hasn’t hit every state, but she hopes to someday. You might also catch her on the golf course with her husband of 30 years.
Also, you can read the first chapter of any of her books by visiting her website or download an exclusive story “My Future Step Brother” and join her special friend’s list. All on her website http://www.tinagayle.net
1. Nickname – Jen
2. Job – realtor
3. Level of schooling, or self-taught – some college
4. Birthdate – August 8
5. Birthplace – Omaha, NE
6. Currently residing in… Elkhorn, NE
7. Favorite type of pet – dog –
8. Favorite place to visit
9. Significant other – Craig but he was killed in a car wreck
10. Most important goal – to be independent
11. Worst fear or nightmare – spending my live alone
12. Favorite food – all
13. Wealthy, poor, or somewhere in between? wealthy now
14. Secret desire or fantasy – to have children15. What would you do if you won the lottery? I won the lottery when Craig died. I now have more money than I’ll ever need but sadly it hasn’t made me happier.
Personally, I will be giving away an eBook copy of Shocking Finds, or for those that have already read Shocking Finds, you can choose to wait for an ARC copy of Southern Discoveries: Book Two – Finder’s Keepers and read before it comes out to buy…
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