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Sarah Grimm has a super special offer for my Ranch guests today. Keep reading to find out about it. All I’m going to say is I’ve read this book and can’t wait for the next one! :)
It’s all yours, Sarah.
Oh- and I just had to snag this from AJ Nuest! Because it fits!
After Midnight is On Sale!
It’s official, for the next two weeks my award winning contemporary romance, After Midnight, is on sale for the super low price of 99 cents! So, I’m celebrating with a re-blog, re-tweet and share to win celebration!
What can you win???
$25 GIFT CERTIFICATE FROM BARNES & NOBLE or AMAZON
Here’s how to play:
- Tweet (or retweet) about the sale. Every tweet will earn you one entry in the drawing. Make sure to include @SarahGrimmAuthr in your tweet so I can track your entry.
- Post or Share the sale on Facebook. Every post/share will earn you one entry in the drawing. Be sure to tag Sarah Grimm – Author in your post so I can track your entry.
- Reblog this post. Make sure to leave a link here so I can keep track.
That’s it. Pretty simple, yes? The more you tweet, retweet, share or repost, the more entries you receive! I will announce the winner of the gift certificate on my personal blog on February 11, 2013.
Thirteen years—that’s how long Isabeau Montgomery has been living a lie. After an automobile accident took her mother’s life, Izzy hid herself away, surviving the only way she knew how. Now she is happy in her carefully reconstructed life. That is until he walks through the door of her bar…
Black Phoenix singer/front man Noah Clark came to Long Island City with a goal—one that doesn’t include an instant, electric attraction to the dark-haired beauty behind the bar. Coaxing her into his bed won’t be easy, but he can’t get her pale, haunted eyes nor her skill on the piano out of his head.
Can Noah help Isabeau overcome the past? Or will her need to protect her secret force her back into hiding and destroy their chance at happiness?
2012 Romance Through the Ages Award Winner ~ 1st Place Contemporary
2012 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence Finalist
2012 Readers Favorite Award Finalist
2011 Book of the Year Finalist ~ Long and Short Reviews
“After Midnight is one hell of a love story! I was hooked at the end of the first chapter. I had to read more. I had to know more. And Sarah Grimm definitely delivered more.” —5 Stars, Fire Pages
“Ms. Grimm creates characters that grab hold of your heart and never let go. This is an emotional ride that you won’t want to miss.”—BEST BOOK, Long and Short Reviews
“I am in love. This book was amazing. I would even go as far as to say that it was one of the best books that I read this year.” — 5 cocktails, Cocktails and Books
Thanks for bringing your contest to The Ranch, Sarah!!! :)
Today I’m excited to introduce you to sister Lyrical Press author, Jessi Gage! Grab your mocha and a sweet treat and gather ’round.
It’s all yours, Jessi. :)
Thank you for having me, today, Calisa. It’s an honor to be a guest at The Ranch.
I’m so excited to share my new release, WISHING FOR A HIGHLANDER, with your readers. It’s out now with Lyrical Press, Inc. I’m a huge fan of time-travel romance and anything with a kilt in it, so really, it was just a matter of time before I wrote my own. And now that I have, I’m worried I might have stumbled upon an addiction. I can’t stop thinking of ideas for sending unsuspecting Scots and modern day women hurtling through time at my whim.
The idea for WISHING FOR A HIGHLANDER started with a kernel of a scene. I imagined a pregnant heroine working late at a museum and opening a package containing an artifact that likes to bring soul mates together. I made the artifact a wishing box and decided it should send the heroine back in time by 500 years into the brawny arms of a Highland warrior.
Of course, he has issues and she has issues, and you’ll have to pick up the book to see what those are ;). But the box knew what it was doing when it send them crashing into each other’s lives, and a happily ever after is guaranteed.
I adore h/h with issues! Lol
Here’s the blurb:
While examining Andrew Carnegie’s lucky rosewood box, single-and-pregnant museum worker Melanie makes a tongue in cheek wish on the artifact–for a Highland warrior to help her forget about her cheating ex. Suddenly transported to the middle of a clan skirmish in sixteenth-century Scotland, she realizes she should have been a tad more specific.
Darcy, laird in waiting, should be the most eligible bachelor in Ackergill, but a cruel prank played on him in his teenage years has led him to believe he is too large under his kilt to ever join with a woman. He has committed himself to a life of bachelorhood, running his deceased father’s windmills and keeping up the family manor house…alone.
Darcy’s uncle, Laird Steafan welcomes the strangely dressed woman into his clan, immediately marrying her to Darcy in hopes of an heir. But when Steafan learns of her magic box and brands her a witch, Darcy must do what any good husband would–protect his wife, even if it means forsaking his clan.
WARNING: A pregnant museum worker, a sixteenth-century Scot, and a meddlesome wishing box.
Size might have its advantages when it came to fighting, but those few boons fell far short of making up for the problems it caused. Being the biggest and the strongest had gotten him into far more trouble than it had gotten him out of. Swallowing his regret for how careless he’d been with her, he sought to determine whom she belonged to, whom, saints forbid, he might owe.
“Whose wife are ye, then? Not a Gunn’s or I wouldna have had to rescue you from one.”
“I’m not married,” the lass said. “And thank you for the rescuing, by the way. I can’t believe I dropped the dirk. Stupid.” She shook her head.
His heart warmed at her thanks. He didn’t hear many kind words from the lasses and would take what he could get, even from a dishonored woman who had caught a bairn out wedlock. Oddly, he didn’t think poorly of her. Whether it was her worried brow, her guileless, soft mouth, or her vulnerable size, he had not the heart to condemn her.
He didn’t even mind so much that she found him distasteful for his size, although talking with her now, she didn’t seem overly upset to be in his arms. He endeavored to keep her talking, keep her distracted from her disgust.
“Ye never answered my first question,” he said. “Who are you? And where are ye from if ye’re no’ English?”
“Ugh. I don’t know. Is there an answer that won’t get me burned at the stake or locked up in a ward for the hopelessly insane?”
Like most things out of her mouth, that had been a peculiar answer. “Ye could try the truth,” he offered, slowing his pace since he heard Archie’s voice not far off.
“No,” she said flatly. “I couldn’t. At least not the whole truth. How about we just go with my name, Melanie, and with the honest fact that I’m a long way from home and I have no idea how to get back.” Her green eyes pierced his. “I’m afraid you might be stuck with me, Darcy Keith.”
Jessi lives with her husband and children in the Seattle area. In addition to writing paranormal romance, she’s a wife, a mom, an audiologist, a church-goer, a Ford driver, a PC user, and a coffee snob. Her guiding tenet in her writing is that good triumphs over evil, but not before evil gives good one heck of a run for its money. The last time she imagined a world without romance novels, her husband found her crouched in the corner, rocking.
This week, I’m giving away 2 ecopies of WISHING FOR A HIGHLANDER. To enter the drawing, commenters here at The Ranch should (1) leave their email address and (2) answer the following question: If you could go back in time for one week of what-happens-in-the-past-stays-in-the-past fantasy, where & when would you go?
My answer: I’d go back to Aberdeen, WA in 1991 just before Nirvana broke out with their big hit “Smells Like Teen Spirit” and flirt my butt off with Kurt Cobain.
Aw- love those accents! My answer- I would have to go back to when cowboys and Indians roamed the west. Where? Probably Texas to get me a big ol’ cowboy. Everything’s bigger there, right? ;)
For more chances at a free ecopy of WISHING FOR A HIGHLANDER ranchers can swing by my blog and comment over there. I’ll do the drawing on Friday 1/11/13 at midnight and notify the winners by email on Saturday 1/12/13.
Thanks again for having me, Calisa! Happy trails!
WISHING FOR A HIGHLANDER buy links:
Lyrical (50% off for the month of January)
Thanks for joining me today, Jessi. Good luck with your career !
What would you say to 27 books by 22 fabulous authors?
I’m offering Home by The Wild Rose Press so here’s a bit about it.
What could a gypsy and a Vietnam veteran have in common?
Silvertown’s outcast, Poppy Tippen, has loved football hero Sam “The Force” Callahan forever. But he never seemed to know she was alive. Now he’s home from the war and she suddenly finds herself comforting him from the demons of “that damn war.” Is his attention merely an escape from the haunting nightmares? Or does she hold the interest of the only man she’s ever truly loved?
Sam Callahan’s only solace from the war nightmares wrecking his life comes in the unlikely form of a gypsy girl with stigmas of her own. He’s known Poppy his entire life, but there’s something different about her now. Something special he desperately wants to hold on to. Can he convince her she’s the only thing he needs to put the past behind him?
Some of these can be yours FREE!
Check these out…
THAT DATING THING by Mackenzie Crowne ~ mackenziecrowne.com
HOME by Calisa Rhose ~ calisarhose.wordpress.com
MONA LISA’S ROOM by Vonnie Davis (plus a little sweet) ~ vintagevonnie.blogspot.com
STEPPING OUT OF LINE by Linda Carroll Bradd ~ blog.lindacarroll-bradd.com
DECEPTIONS OF THE HEART by Denise Moncrief ~ ~ denisemoncrief.blogspot.com
BE STILL MY LOVER’S HEART by Lisa Hannah Wells ~ memorymakerscreator.blogspot.com
You’ve met one or two of my Writing Divas, well add one more to that count. We thank Eliza Knight for bringing us all together two years ago in August. None of us were published when we took Eliza’s class, Edit Your Book in a Month, but learned so much during that time. We also became friends and chose to start our own Yahoo loop to stay together instead of anonymously fading back into our separate worlds- Eliza set it up, named us and is still a member of our small group. My life is so much richer with these women in it. Since that class several of us have become published. Some traditionally or through epublishers, some braved the indie route and some did both.
Today I’m excited to introduce you to my awesome writer diva sister, Sandy L. Rowland.
IS THE PARANORMAL IN YOUR BLOOD?
From the Oxford Dictionary of Current English:
Paranormal: beyond the scope of normal scientific understanding.
According to my husband, that would describe me, and much of my family. I come by my interest in the “weird” honestly. One grandfather pored over astral charts trying to calculate the end of the world. A grandmother prayed to heaven that her abusive husband would be taken. He dropped dead two days later. Odd? Absolutely.
The weird runs deep and long through my blood. A Scottish ancestor skilled in herbs and healing was accused of witchery for her talents, and forced to confess with the aid of thumbscrews. She lived.
Many of the women in the family have “the sight”. An aunt bought thousands of pounds of sugar and stored it in the attic because she was told to in a dream. Some thought she’d lost her mind. Six months later, Pearl Harbor was attacked and America entered the war. Aunt Tina made a tidy sum selling sugar during rationing.
Lost children have been found, cheating husbands found-out, and all from miraculous healing, table tipping, card reading, Sunday go to meeting, pious women. The paranormal has always been part of my life and therefore—normal.
Here’s one short family story:
Some eighty years ago in a lone farmhouse the family met to celebrate the birth of a child. Men played cards, children chased about, and a few sisters huddled around the kitchen table with a Ouija board. It was all in good fun, and none professed to be true believers of the art.
The new babe had been put down for a nap. To test the device, one of the women asked the board if the baby was all right. The implement slid across the surface, pausing at letters and with each stop, one of the sisters copied the message. The answer came. The baby’s all right, watch out for the night.
The sisters laughed and accused each for pushing the director and manipulating the message. As the evening wore on, the women asked the Ouija the same question and received the exact same answer. The baby’s all right, watch out for the night.
The moon had risen high in the inky sky when a banging at the door stopped the fun. One of the women opened to a wild-eyed stranger. He took hold of the young mother, his cold hands pressed to her throat. She screamed, and the men flew to her defense, thrust the intruder to the floor and hog-tied him.
My grandfather was there to take down the man.
The police apprehended the escaped lunatic.
To me, spiritual communication is normal, though the sisters ditched the board after this incident. I’ve been blessed with these talents, but can’t take the credit. I’m no more responsible for them, than a person who is gifted with a beautiful singing voice or someone talented with languages can claim their creation. It belongs to a higher power. Why we make this “other gifting” wrong is beyond me.
Do I have paranormal aspects to my stories? How could I not?
It’s part of who I am to my root and soul.
Claiming a mate on conquered Earth is driving alien vampire, Rafe, insane.
Twenty years in the future, on conquered Earth, the sage-kissed breeze of Red Rock carries with it the taint of blood. Alien vampire, Rafe Nucretah, has lost comrades to a vile madness that strips warriors of reason and reduces them to murderous demons. Rafe has sworn against suffering that fate, but the only cure rests is the love of a woman. Time is out for this ruler of the Western Quadrant and claiming any female will do.
Spunky and courageous reporter, Pepper Morgan, has lost both her mother and a fiancé to the devastating plague that ravaged Earth before the vampires subjugated them. Desperate to reunite with her captured father, Pepper must throw herself on Rafe’s mercy.
Now Rafe and Pepper find themselves bound not only by desperation and blood, but also by dangerous secrets that have the power to enslave humanity and threaten vampire survival.
Conquered is the first novel in the Kivronian Vampire Series. The romantic adventure centers on three compelling vampire brothers. These powerful, seductive warriors are thrown into the battle for Earth’s control as they strive to overcome personal demons, cruel betrayal, and ruthless enemies.
The Kivronian Vampire series touches deep inside the hearts of all people, for we all long to be free.
AN EXCERPT FROM CONQUERED:
Her heart pounded and her knees felt weak. His smoldering gaze was lethal. She wanted to look away, extricate herself from the desire warming her blood, but couldn’t. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her against him, his other hand cradling her head. Her body reacted in spite of her mental protests, tilting her chin, parting her lips in an invitation she couldn’t control. His warm mouth covered hers. She opened to his tongue’s plea for entrance. This was a bad idea. She knew it. While her defenses buckled under his efforts, her mind fogged and she leaned into him, her arms sliding around his neck. She trembled with want, with passion, and with the fear of her own need.
Her fingers moved to his thick dark hair, twisting in the silky strands as she moaned into his mouth. He deepened the kiss, taking her firmly, owning her mouth with the distinct demand for more. Fear shriveled under the heat of his hands. Her fortress couldn’t stand against this and she knew it.
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ABOUT SANDY L. ROWLAND
Born and raised in Southern California, Sandy has always loved animals, nature, theatre, and learning. She attended Fullerton College and then married. After multiple moves around the western states while raising three children, they settled in Salt Lake City, Utah.
She’s worked in retail, banking, and graduated from Myotherapy College in massage therapy where she taught, before opening her own practice combined with life coaching. Sandy’s love of reading and expressing herself through words whispered, actually screamed, until she returned to writing.
Living between the twisted red rock of Southern Utah and the granite mountains of the Wasatch, Sandy explores life with her loving husband and family. She serves on the board of her local chapter of Romance Writers of America, and is an award-winning author of paranormal and fantasy romance.
Sandy’s E-mail: email@example.com
Her coaching blog can be found on her website: www.sandylrowland.weebly.com
She encourages all to believe in themselves and reach for their dreams.
“Love and success follow the brave.”
I’d love to hear your thoughts and I’m giving away a print copy of my paranormal romance CONQUERED to two lucky commenters.
Thanks for sharing your story and your book, Sandy. I’m so happy to have you on the ranch today. Congratulations on your release!!!
Having personally witnessed my mother’s guardian angel when I was a child, I am positive I have paranormal in me. How ’bout ya’ll? You heard her- a FREE COPY of Conquered to share your story!
I have a special post today, by an even more special guest. Nope. No round pen for this heroine. Only a cushy rocker for her and her little shadow tyke will do.
As you all know, October is Breast Cancer Awareness month. This event repeats every year, thank God!
I know it, have driven blocks out of the way to avoid walker/joggers on the Susan G Komen trek, seen pink everywhere I look, hear about it on television. But oddly, I’ve never been more aware since reading one novella, self-published by a new friend. When she contacted me to edit her ‘story’ I jumped at the chance and am thankful I did. I wonder if I’ll ever read another story that impacted me more–doubt I will.
Where Would You Like Your Nipple is an account of one woman’s walk from dark to light that is breast cancer. I don’t know anyone going through this disastrous disease, only have ever met one person who had it and lost and I didn’t know her for very long so I wasn’t hit by her journey the way this one hit me. I’m here to tell you–if you have, or know someone who has/had breast cancer, heck even if you say no to both of these– This book will change your life. You won’t be able to help it. Even if, like me, you pay a little extra attention to your own body, get a mammogram, the book has paid for itself.
I’d like a big Ranch welcome and show of love for a wonderful woman, wife, mother, grandmother, friend, sister, daughter, romance author… SURVIVOR; Mackenzie Crowne.
Hair today, gone tomorrow.
If you’re a social media hound like me, you won’t have missed the recent, heart-wrenching posts of Kelly Pickler shaving her head in solidarity with her best friend who is battling breast cancer. I was in the process of releasing Where Would You Like Your Nipple? my survivor’s guide to navigating the breast cancer abyss at the time, and couldn’t help noticing the many posts. Like so many others, my attention was snagged by the pictures of the friends together. After all, they’re beautiful; two gorgeous women with nothing but a shadow of fuzz covering their skulls, ala Sinead O’Connor. And well, as a survivor who has experienced chemo, I’ve been there, done that.
But as I witnessed the furor over Kelly’s actions on social media, I found myself willing the millions of women touched by the stories to truly understand the scope of loss those pictures represented. Kelly’s friend is facing chemo, proving the disease has advanced far enough that radical measures are needed. No matter the stage, breast cancer is a bitch and survivors will carry the scars of battle, both physical and emotional, for the rest of their lives. But early detection reduces the scars left behind. Catching breast cancer early lessens the possibility of body-altering surgeries and debilitating treatments. It eliminates the need for reconstruction and fear of developing new issues, like lymphedema. And let’s face it, ladies, average looking women don’t look like Kelly and her friend when they lose their hair. For months after chemo, I more closely resembled Dr. Evil in the Austin Powers movies than the lovely Sinead.
Sure, hair grows back, and considering all the crappy stuff a breast cancer patient deals with, a temporarily bald head is low on the list, but I’ll tell you this, the memory of crying in the shower while clumps of your hair clog the drain never quite fades away. There are many experiences from my breast cancer battle I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy – okay, maybe one or two, but the point is, I don’t want YOU to experience them.
So, what are you waiting for? Check those ta-tas. Go ahead, I’ll wait.
*whistling the theme from Jeopardy*
All good? Awesome! Now, don’t forget to check them again next month. You’ll be glad you did!
Thanks for being a shining inspiration. Love ya Mac.
I know you’re jealous. Admit it. :) I’m the lucky one today and I am verra thrilled to be the caboose of the multi-blog scavenger hunt for sister TWRP debut author (and I’m proud to say, my friend!), Mackenzie Crowne’s Gift of the Realm. We’re doing an interview and she’s here to tell you more about why you will want to read this book—besides that enchanting and haunting cover and the scrumptious Colin! So let’s get this ranch jumping! Please give a Ranch welcome to Mac Crowne! *indicates the screen door in a grand gesture…gawks…at…*
Donovan O’Brian Quinn be me name.
Calisa: Wha-? Wait a minute…
Donovan: I’m pleased to make yer acquaintance. The lovely Calisa was kind enough to invite me to visit today, to tell ye about me book. Gift of the Realm, it’s called. Oh, I didn’t do the actual writing of the thing. Mackenzie Crowne had that honor, but the story is mine. I’m the star, ye see.
Calisa: Uh-huh… *glances around for the hidden camera then back at the dog talking? to her* Hello? *a talking dog! pinches her arm and winces* Am I being Punk’d? I thought Mac was supposed to be here today. Where’s Ashton? Oh, well. Who am I to turn away a talking dog? Welcome to the ranch, Donovan, was it?
Donovan: I know what ye be thinking’. A dog? Really? Dogs don’t type and they certainly don’t blog.
Calisa: Of course you know “what I be thinking.’ I just expressed that. What I want to know is…how?
Donovan: Well now, I’m here to tell ye, if ye hadn’t noticed already, an ordinary dog I’m not. An Irish wolfhound I be, living in the world of folklore and fairies in the mystical village of Dunhaven, Ireland, where strange and wonderful happenings are the norm. My people are Halflings, ye see. Ye might have heard of them. Keely and Colin Quinn be their names.
Calisa: Actually, I have— Ooh! That’s beautiful! I’ve always dreamed of going to Ireland and seeing a cliff like this one. *sighs*
*Calisa jumps from her reverie*
Donovan: *Yelp* Oh, Mac! Ye frightened a full seven years off me life. I didn’t see ye there. Tis the author herself, me friends. Say hello, Mac.
Calisa: Mac, what a pleasant surprise to see you! *eyeballs Donovan suspiciously*
Mac: Hello, everyone, nice to meet you. What are you up to, Donovan? Sorry, Calisa. I hope he’s not bothering you.
Calisa: Not at—
Donovan: I like that! Invited, I was. Calisa and I are having a wee visit. The lass smells of sweet, cinnamon candy, don’t ye know. I like that in a human.
Calisa: I didn’t actually know it was going to be Donovan, Mac. But since he’s here… He does say such kind, flattering things about me. :) And I do enjoy spicy cinnamon now and again…which Donovan noticed. Flattery…
Mac: Yes, she is a sweetheart. *winks at Calisa* A wee visit, huh?
Calisa: I don’t mind, really. And you are a sweet darlin, Mac. And he was about to tell me some of his story which I’d love to hear! I’m sure my Ranch guests are all ears, as well. I mean, how often does one have a chance to *chat* with a talking Irish dog?
Donovan: Aye. I’m sharing a bit of our story with the lads and lasses who’ve popped in for a visit. It’s a fine tale ye’ve woven, even if it tis a romance.
Mac: Keely and Colin don’t seem to mind Gift of the Realm is a romance.
Calisa: My guests and I LOVE romance! *bobs head back and forth between Mac and Donovan wondering if either are really listening to her*
Donovan: Hah! Humans, even those with fairie blood running through their veins, are silly with it when they find their one true mate. But I didn’t say I minded. After all, it’s a tale full of curses and fairies, and an ancient ring of stones. And then of course, there’s me. Who doesn’t love a tale includin’ a charmin’ Irish wolfhound?
Calisa: *raises hand, whispers* I do.
Mac: I’m not sure Keely would use the word charming. Not when you have a habit of digging up her lilacs.
Donovan: Ah, that. Well, I’m a dog, ain’t I? It’s what we do. And Keely doesn’t mind so much, not when her black wolf has a paw in that bit of mischief, more often than not.
Mac: Hmmm. *grins* She does have a soft spot for that Halfling of hers.
Donovan: And isn’t that how it should be, I ask ye? No matter. She can’t stay mad at me. Not for long, anyway. I helped her solve the mystery of the ring, after all.
Mac: Yes, you did, but you don’t want to share too much with your new friends here. You’ll spoil the story for them.
Donovan: Aye. Ye have a point. Still, we might tease them with a bit of our tail. An excerpt, I believe it’s called. Ye have one, don’t ye? And are ye still running yer scavenger hunt contest, over at yer own web home? The one where me friends have a chance at winning a free copy of Gift of the Realm and a $25 Amazon card?
*Calisa’s ears perk at this idea*
Mac: I do have an excerpt, and the Virtual Scavenger Hunt runs through today.
Donovan: And I’m thinkin’ ye should give away a free copy of our story right here, to one of the lovely Calisa’s friends.
Mac: That’s an excellent idea, Donovan. I’m glad you thought of it.
Calisa: *claps hands and hops in joy*
Donovan: Then what are ye waiting for? Give me friends the chains, so they can find out more about me…I mean, yer book.
Mac: I think you mean the links.
Donovan: *snort* Dog, remember?
Mac: *laughs* Here are the excerpt and the links. And don’t stay too long. You’re scheduled for a grooming today.
Donovan: *growl* I thought to chat with me new friends a bit. There be dog lovers here, ye know. I’ll be gifting our book to one of them, after I hear what breed, other than Wolfhound, take their fancies. I’ll be along in me own good time.
Calisa: Erm… I love my Chihuahuas and cried when I had to find a new home for my beautiful Boxer… *eyes the cover of Mac’s book hungrily* Too bad hostesses can’t win. *pouts*
Mac: *waves at Calisa* Thanks, my friend. Don’t let him climb on the furniture. He sheds like crazy.
Calisa: That’s ok, Mac. I have plenty of duct tape around here I use for my own four-legged hair balls. *waves Mac off*
Calisa: What? I use the tape to remove hair from the furniture! Oh… Just let the visitors read the excerpt… *rolls eyes*
She tossed a thick stalk onto the small pile at her feet and set the claw at another. Her continued silence said she was done with him and expected him to go.
He abused her of that expectation by taking a seat at the small table beside the garden. He sat with his legs spread, elbows propped on his knees. Donovan lifted his head to stare at him, his dark brows puckered above darker eyes that seemed to plead with him to bring peace to the garden once more.
“I am your friend, Keely,” Colin told her, “and I’d like to help if I can.”
She paused at her chore, tilting her head to eye him suspiciously from beneath the brow of the hat. “Why would you want to do that?”
He rubbed a hand over his jaw. “Well, now, there’s a question. It turns out I’m not the sort of man who can ignore a mystery.”
“That’s not the impression you gave yesterday.”
“Yesterday I was near to being speechless.” A slow smile spread across his face as he decided how to break through her pique. “A man can be excused for being a bit rattled when sitting across from a lovely woman who’s just admitted to dreaming of him for the better part of a decade.”
She fell back on her heels, her eyes widening. “I didn’t admit to dreaming of you, Quinn.” She jabbed the claw in his direction. “I said you joined me in the dreams.”
“You’d consider that a distinction, and yet you admit you’ve been dreaming of me. I prefer my own interpretation.” Confusion knit her brow, and he could see she wasn’t sure if she wanted to blast him for being an arrogant ass, or smile. He pressed the advantage. “I’ve a clearer head this morning, darlin’. I’m here to offer my help.”
She didn’t react to his use of the endearment, but he didn’t miss the flash of interest in her eyes at his offer of help. “How, exactly, do you propose to do that?”
“These dreams we share.” He paused, pleased to see a faint blush spreading color on her cheeks. “They always take place at the Door?”
“The way I see it, you’ve made Dunhaven your home, but you’ve spent little time here. I, on the other hand, have lived the whole of my life in Dunhaven, except for the time I spent at university, and you’ll not be holding that against me.”
“I won’t, huh?”
He grinned. “No, darlin’, you won’t.”
“Hmm.” She glanced away, fiddling with the tool clutched in her lap. He winked at Donovan, and gained a dog grin. Now they were getting somewhere.
Find Mac at: http://mackenziecrowne.com (The details of the Scavenger Hunt are there, as well as all the clues)
Face Book: https://www.facebook.com/MackenzieCrowne
The Wild Rose Press http://tinyurl.com/84agxz2
What a great excerpt, Mac!!! And I really think I might print and frame that cover just so I can drool over it. Remember, black wolf shifter fan here. :) Thank you so very much for the contest, Mac!
Donovan…it was wonderful, and interesting to meet you. Thanks for surprising me with your visit. What more can I say but, stay away from my lilacs—don’t lift that leg there! Go get your groom on. :)
For everyone else, don’t forget to visit Mac’s cyber home- which is one you don’t want to miss, it’s gorgeous! Leave a note in the ranch comment box telling Donovan your email and what your favorite dog breed is (except Wolfhounds- no buttering allowed on the ranch unless it’s by me!) for the chance at a FREE copy of Gift of the Realm!!!
Many of my followers know I am a proud and semi-active member of RWA and an active (and also proud) member of OKRWA. I’m an OUTLAW! In a good, no–great way. Many of you know I am a category coordinator for the National Reader’s Choice Awards; a contest began by OKRWA many years ago for print-published authors only (because that’s all there was when dinosaurs roamed). Yes, I dream of the day I can enter that exciting contest! But until that day arrives– I have another option to tell you authors and readers about. Listen up!
Yes, we need author entries, yes, we need volunteer judges. Last year OKRWA decided to create a new contest. It’s not just any old contest though. As an electronically published author, how many times have you wished you could enter your ebooks in a contest in which readers can judge and choose the best book of the year, like print authors can? I know as a short story-published author I have wished there was a contest for enovella authors to enter. Well, guess what? Thanks to OKRWA there is a contest that covers both those author sets!
Now I’m going to feed you the information YOU need to sign up as an author and/or judge!
The contest is the INTERNATIONAL DIGITAL AWARDS and you can read everything you want or need to know about how to sign up for it as an author or judge at this link http://bit.ly/wOlGR2 !!!!!
So what is the IDA Contest? It’s a digitally enter and judged contest strictly for electronic books. That’s where DIGITAL comes in. :) WOOT!!! Do you live in any country where contests are allowed? You qualify. If your book is only accessible by getting your Nook, pc or Kindle to swallow it in, then it qualifies. If it is 10,000 words or more, it qualifies, if it was an original release in 2010-2011…it qualifies!
IF, however, your book is also available in print format–it DOES NOT qualify. Hence the contest name- International DIGITAL Awards, or as we fondly nicknamed it, the IDA Contest.
Are you a reader and addicted to your EReader? We need you! Are you a writer, but would love to judge? Super!! We need you, too!
Now, I’m not gonna tell you anymore because I want you to hurry and click that link up there ^^^ and check out the fantabulous website that a super Outlaw created just for the IDA! On it you will find everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING you’ll need to get started. What you don’t find will be in the FAQ page, or you can go to the Contact page and ask the wonderful Chairlady.
Still here? What are you waiting for? GO! NOW! Hurry because there is an entry number limit and a deadline to enter! GOgogogogogo! I can’t wait to see ya’ll there! And thank you if you choose to judge! Did I mention there’s FREE BOOKS involved? Good luck to those who choose to enter!
If you want to offer feedback, or just gush about how much you love this contest opportunity, my comment line is open. :) I’d love to hear what everyone thinks.
Know what? I’ll even give a FREE PDF of HOME to one lucky commenter who provides all the social media links they’ve shared this news to. There is a few buttons on the IDA site, below on this blog, or just make your own with a link back to the contest site. One link or ten, just show me. I don’t have one of those fancy contest widgets, so if you would just copy and paste ALL of your Tweet/Facebook/whatever-social media-links-you-use-and-share-it-on in a comment (easy to paste these to a word .doc and then cut and paste your list in your comment all at one time) and I’ll draw the winner next Friday from those who qualify. Bottom line… I’m bribing you to help me get this contest out into the literary world fast. By bribe, I mean an impromptu give away to celebrate the coolest contest to break out this year! :)
I have super talented fellow Rose, Jennifer Jakes -and her bevy of Hot Guys- on the ranch today! If you follow her blog ~Warm Days, Cool Nights and Hot Guys~ you know she knows where to find the sweetest man candy treats!
Let’s not waste time and jump right into the round pen with Jenn–
Which do you prefer? Does your real-life choice differ from your reading choice? Do you find yourself drawn to the rich tycoon, dressed to the nines? Or the rebel in jeans and a tight t-shirt? And what do the men I’ve described have in common? They’re Alphas, baby! Alphas all the way. :) My favorite type of hero to write/read about.
Now, as far as the clothing, I know you think I’m going to vote for jeans. I’m the one who always goes for the bad-boy look, right? (I’m nodding) But I have to admit there’s something powerful – sexy powerful – about a man in a suit. Both of these men look like they have some bad-boy in them.
BLURB: TWICE IN A LIFETIME
Be Careful What You Wish For. . .
No-nonsense stuntwoman Isabella Douglas will do anything to stop an unwanted divorce and reclaim the happy life she had, even allow her old friend to concoct a magical spell to turn back time. But when the spell goes awry, Izzy finds herself trapped aboard a 1768 Caribbean pirate ship with a captain who’s a dead ringer for her sexy as sin husband, Ian. Convinced he’s playing a cruel joke, she’s furious – until she realizes he doesn’t know her or believe they’re married.
Captain Ian Douglas does not have time to deal with an insane woman who claims to be his wife; he has to save his kidnapped sister. But as Izzy haunts his dreams and fills him with erotic memories he can’t explain, he’s forced to admit he feels more than lust.
Trapped in a vicious cycle of past mirroring present, Izzy knows they only have days to find Ian’s sister and prevent disaster from striking a second time. If she doesn’t, their marriage will be destroyed again – along with the man she loves.
Here are my buy links:
Website - http://www.jenniferjakes.com
About the Author
After trying several careers—everything from a beautician to a dump truck driver—Jennifer finally returned to her first love, writing. Maybe it was all those Clint Eastwood movies she watched growing up, but in her opinion there is no better read than a steamy western historical.
Married to her very own hero, she lives on fifteen acres along with two beautiful daughters, three spoiled cats, three hyper dogs and one fat rabbit.
During the summer she does Civil War re-enacting and has found it a great research tool, not to mention she has continued appreciation for her microwave and hot water heater.
Visit Jennifer Jakes at http://www.jenniferjakes.com
OK- I definitely take dibs on Johnny! But Brosnan is hot and the first guy? (looks familiar but name escapes my swiss cheese brain) oh,yeah! But I absolutely go for the casual dress whether he’s a bad boy, or boy who’s bad. Your book sounds as yummy as these ooh-so-mouth-watering treats, Jenn! How can I get my copy? Follow you to other blogs, you say? I think I have to!
But for my visitors it’s right here! Leave your email for a chance to win your copy. For all the rest, I’ll see you wherever Jennifer Jakes is!
Oh- and don’t forget to come back TOMORROW to learn the story behind my upcoming TWRP release HOME, due out December 28th! I’m kicking off my “HOME for love” blog tour right here at the ranch!!!!!
Howdy folks. Welcome to the ranch today. And what a wonderful day it is! My first December guest comes bearing gifts. Alyson Reuben is in the round pen!!!
Care to tell us a little about your writing to kick us off, Alyson? Then we’ll get to the really good stuff; like your intriguing book from The Wild Rose Press, A Beautiful Cage. :) I tell ya gang- this book has the most beautiful cover!
The first question people generally ask is what influenced me to begin writing?
I caught ‘Writer’s Itch’ in second grade after listening to a visiting author share his book at my school. Unfortunately, I don’t remember the title of his book, or even his name, only that he greatly stressed the importance of writing down stories as they come to you. As far as writing about WWII and the Holocaust, the biggest influence came from my now deceased grandfather, who patiently answered my questions and discussed those horrific events with me. He was never overly graphic, though he got his points across. Years later, I sat on the idea for A BEAUTIFUL CAGE while playing around with other less serious stories. By the time I became earnest about writing it, everything eased into place.
I’m a huge believer in writing from my heart and soul. If a scene makes me cry as I’m writing it, I know it’ll probably bring some tears to readers’ eyes. If it makes me smile, it will make someone else smile, too. To give my character’s realistic personality traits, I just observe people in general, taking mental notes of their behavior and body language. Friends and family tell me I scare them — they’re afraid they’ll end up as an antagonist in one of my stories! Ha! It hasn’t happened yet, though.
Determined to become an author while still in elementary school, Alyson Reuben frequently found herself in trouble for writing stories while she should’ve been studying for math tests. Some years later, by combining a love of history with her enthusiasm for storytelling, she seeks to entertain readers with passionate accounts of vintage romance. Occasionally, she still find herself in trouble for writing when she should be cooking dinner. Alyson enjoys small-town life in Indiana with her husband and daughter.
Wanted by the Gestapo, Rebecca Bloomberg is on the run for her life. Sheltering in the home of a reporter who writes absurd lies for a Nazi propaganda newspaper is hardly an ideal solution. Irresistibly drawn to the man, she dares not trust him, until she discovers his journalist position is a mask for involvement in an anti-Nazi resistance ring.
Gustav Von Furst has done all he can to perfect his mask. Neither his family nor his close friends know the truth. Hiding a Jewish girl is the most foolish risk, yet there is something about her that makes him want to protect her.
Eager to forget the outside world, Rebecca and Gustav are caught up in a private world of forbidden passion—until unexpected danger lands on their doorstep and they’re faced with a decision that will change everything. Will love demand a sacrifice too great to give?
Entering Aachen Central Station, Rebecca drew
a deep breath.
People were bustling in all directions—children,
the elderly, everyone in between. Some carried
luggage, others toted parcels. All of them seemed to
be in a hurry, paying no attention to those around
Huddled together, a small choral group was
singing “Silent Night,” their voices barely rising
above the crowd’s racket. “Stille Nacht, heilige
Nacht, Alles schläft, einsam wacht.” All is calm, all is
bright… Ironic, Rebecca thought. All was not bright.
And it certainly wasn’t calm.
“This place is crammed,” Gustav murmured
more to himself than to her.
Was he thinking the same thing she was? That
the holiday might make their situation easier
because the employees’ minds would be less on their
jobs and more on getting home to their family and
She shifted the brim of her hat lower over her
forehead so that it shaded her face as much as
possible without seeming too obvious. Her hair,
pulled back in the style of the girl in the picture on
the visa, did quite a bit to alter her usual appearance,
while her makeup, heavier than she’d normally wear
in the daytime, did the rest.
“Remember, Louise,” Gustav stressed the
counterfeit name, “you’re supposed to be looking
forward to seeing your aunt and uncle, and excited
about going to Limburg, so laugh and flirt with me.
Pretend to be all keyed up.” His jaw visibly twitched.
“Most of all, do not look anyone directly in the eye.”
He squeezed her hand.
She nodded. “Let’s go.”
As they made their way to the checkpoint, she
forced an exchange punctuated with giggles that
didn’t, in the least, belong to Rebecca Bloomberg, but
perfectly suited the woman who was accompanied by
the striking Nazi, proudly sporting a swastika
armband over his expensive wool coat. Squeezing his
opposite arm, she leaned toward him, angling her
head, and in doing so noticed someone out of the
corner of her eye. A man standing off by himself was
staring at her and Gustav in spite of the surging
crowd all around him. There was no time to point
him out to Gustav before the line moved and they
were face to face with an officer, dressed in Nazi
“Heil Hitler,” Gustav addressed briskly, arm out.
The officer, looking fresh out of Hitler-Youth,
returned the greeting, staring at Gustav before
casting a casual glance, like an afterthought, at
Rebecca. She forced a smile, concentrating on his
forehead and not directly at his eyes. But it didn’t
seem to matter; within seconds it was clear he was
focused more on Gustav, obviously impressed by his
height, which towered above him by several inches.
“To Heerlen, Limburg,” Gustav announced with
the brusqueness of a businessman.
Rebecca was careful not to appear too anxious as
she pulled out a compact from the purse that Bertie
had given her and laid it on the ledge, making
believe she had to search for the papers.
“Oh, here they are,” she crooned. “Silly me,
forgetting which compartment I put them in.”
Handing the documents over, she couldn’t help but
cast Gustav an anxious glance. The officer studied
the papers carefully. Very carefully. If he had any
doubts or suspicions…
Her stomach was churning like ocean waves in a
storm, threatening to send an earlier cup of coffee
back up her throat. She swallowed down the bitter
bile and prayed she didn’t appear as ashen as she
And then, suddenly, he reached toward the
Rebecca closed her eyes, bracing for the worst.
But a dull thump was immediately followed by the
swish of paper, and she opened her eyes to see that
the officer had been reaching for the nearby inkpad
and was proceeding to stamp each of the three
Her passage had met the final step of approval.
Could a person die of relief? Her heart was
beating three times its normal speed, as if the blood
had been drained and it was now having to struggle
to make a fresh supply.
The officer handed everything back to Gustav—
not to her, she noticed. Was he intimidated by
Gustav? Probably. She understood the feeling all too
And now he was actually telling her to have a
It was done! It seemed unbelievable.
As she and Gustav turned in unison toward the
train, she saw the loitering man again. He’d moved a
few steps closer, glowering at them with a silent
threat that pasted chilblains all along her upper
Suddenly, he strode ahead of them, meeting
with another official who was passing by. His hand
gesture caused the second officer to crane his head to
look at them.
Did Gustav notice?
Yes. The pressure on her arm signaled her to
change paths, bypassing the men. Just a few
more feet and they’d be out of their sight.
A few more feet and…
Suddenly a voice called out behind them, “Halt.
Entschuldigen-Sie, mein Herr.”
Without looking at one another, Gustav and Rebecca both
turned to face the second officer. This one was much
brawnier than the previous one, nearly matching
Gustav’s size. He held out his black-gloved hand,
wiggling his fingers, indicating they needed to hand
something over to him. His smile was a polite one
but didn’t reach his eyes. Beside him, the mole was
leaning against the post, staring at them with
“Is there a problem, mein Herr?” Gustav
addressed the officer, his voice unmistakably cold as
ice. Clearly, Gustav wasn’t about to let either man
In spite of herself, Rebecca glanced again at the man
leaning against the post. His tattered coat was
probably five years old. He was, she guessed,
someone who needed money and would probably do
anything to get it—including hounding Jews for
payment. Right now, he stood unmoving, his face a
Their eyes met for the briefest of seconds. His
were dark, full of malice and anger.
She wasn’t supposed to look anyone in the eyes,
and now she understood why. This man was her
Yet she had no idea what spurred his hatred.
BTW, we’re doing an ebook giveaway too, aren’t we, Calisa? I’m perfectly happy to give away one or two copies.
Yes, let’s do two winners to start the giving season off with a bang! Whooo- Dogieees!!!!
Oh, happy days! I’m so thrilled you found your way here Alyson.
Thanks again for inviting me to blog for you!!