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I’ve got the Hot Guys here!!

Osiyo~

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– 

Suit and Tie or Jeans and T-shirt?

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.

But let’s make the case for a casual guy. He looks more approachable, more down to earth. He also wears his bad-boy for all the world to see, tempting women and daring men.

                                                                                                                       So no matter which look you choose, it’s really the man beneath the clothes that tempts us, isn’t it? 😉

Tell me about your favorite look on a man and you’ll be entered into the drawing for a Free e-copy of TWICE IN A LIFETIME !

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:

Amazon – http://tinyurl.com/7gvanj6
Smashwords – http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/108621

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!!!!!

Dodadagohvi~

Alyson Reuben!!!

Osiyo~

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.

Bio:

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.

Blurb:

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?

Excerpt:

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

them.

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

friends?

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.

“Ready?”  

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

regalia.

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.

“Papers, bitte.”  

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

felt.

And then, suddenly, he reached toward the  

phone!

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

documents.

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

well.

And now he was actually telling her to have a  

safe trip.

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

body.

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

pointed disdain.

“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

intimidate him.

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

stony mask.

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

enemy.

Yet she had no idea what spurred his hatred.

 ******************************************** 

Buy links:

Amazon: http://amzn.to/tTkunI
Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/uWqXcI
The Wild Rose Press: http://bit.ly/vkL25w

Website:

http://www.alysonreuben.com
Blog: http://www.abiteofreubensandwich.blogspot.com 
Twitter: http://twitter.com/alysonreuben 
Facebook: http://on.fb.me/ruapNe
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/sK9TeY

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!! 

Dodadagohvi~

And the winner is…..

Osiyo~

We have a winner of Callie Hutton’s Historical A Run For Love.

Congratuklations Donna Shields!!!!!!!!!! 

Historical Awesomeness-Ruth A. Casie

Osiyo~

Wow. Just awesome wow! Here on the ranch I try to showcase some wonderful authors. Mostly new authors I’ve met through TWRP, my critique groups, or friends I met through workshops like this wonderful guest today. Active on so many levels of RWA and other writing organizations, she still finds time to write such incredible books like Knight of Runes. I first read samplings of this awesome book over a year ago when she was still writing it, it was amazing even in the rough draft stage, so I’m doubly excited to have her tell us about the book today. Please welcome Ruth A. Casie to the round pen! 

CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR DEBUT RELEASE, RUTH!!!!!!

How I Got From There to Here

I’m on the Carina Press site admiring the cover of my debut novel, Knight of Runes. Okay, so you may think I’m staring at it because he’s a really hot guy. I have one in residence, hot to me that is. The picture on the book cover may be the illusion of mighty Lord but my novel is really published. That’s no illusion.  

I started the project March, 2009 excited to help a friend with her writing. It quickly escalated into creating a series of romance novels. We each had stories in our head and made plans to connect them. After a few months of hard work and several tens of thousands words on each story, we found the stories worked better individually. It was a big stretch to work them into a series. We decided to critique each other’s stories and finish our books.

Her life was filled with training for the New York Marathon, a beautiful daughter getting ready for high school graduation and college tours, and a job that took her all over the country (and sometimes the world). My situation was very different. My three are children are independent and on their own. I use my treadmill as an extension of my closet, and my job is a ninety minute commute to New York City.

I had the time and I had the story so, I wrote. I researched all sorts of things, the renaissance, manor life, herbs, poisons, karate moves, survival training, field medical procedures, druids, magic, warding, myths, and knights. I wrote some more. By August, I had 105,000 words and a completed manuscript. Now what? I didn’t know what to do with it.

I looked for a support group and found Romance Writers of America. I spent the next fourteen months learning about craft, publishing, and career building. I pitched to agents and editors and kept on polishing my manuscript.

In October, 2010, I participated in an online pitch sponsored by Fantasy, Futuristic, and Paranormal (FFnP), an online RWA special interest chapter. Angela James, the senior editor at Carina Press, requested my full manuscript. I gave it one more polish after taking Eliza Knight’s class, Edit Your Book in a Month, and sent it off January 2011. February, Angela James called. Carina Press wanted to publish my story. 

I asked her to repeat her name. I must have heard it wrong. It sounded like she said Angela James. It finally sunk in. This was THE CALL. All that practicing in the shower going over and over what I would say, how sophisticated I would sound and the brilliant questions I would ask, must have floated down the drain. I sounded anything but coherent and witty.

For days I thought, Angela must be mistaken or she must be calling everyone that pitched. So many agents and editors told me that time travel romance wouldn’t sell. I was certain Carina Press would change their minds. When the contract came I had to admit that it was real. 

My family, day job colleagues, and friends (writers and non-writers), all celebrated with me as the project moved into its next phase, ready for production. With my editor, Denise Nielsen, we worked through the edits, cover fact sheet, and back cover blurb.

So, I sit and look at the cover (on the Carina Press buy site) and realize that all that hard work, the disappointments, and even the doubts were so worth it. I look at the cover, a symbol of reality to me, and the excitement bubbles up all over again. And that hot guy, the one in residence, told me he knew it all along.

Knight of Runes

It’s the 21st century and time travel is still a Wellsian fantasy but not for Rebeka Tyler. While on an impromptu tour of Avebury, she takes a misstep at the standing stones, and finds herself in the right place but tossed back into the 17th century. When Lord Arik, a druid knight, finds Rebeka wandering his lands without protection, he swears to keep her safe. But Rebeka can take care of herself. When Arik sees her clash with a group of attackers using a strange fighting style he is intrigued.

Rebeka is desparate to return to her time. She poses as a scholar sent by the king to help find out what’s killing Arik’s land to get access to the library. But as she decodes the ancient runes that are the key to solving his mystery and sending her home, she finds herself drawn to the charismatic and powerful Arik.

As Arik and Rebeka fall in love, someone in Arik’s household schemes to keep them apart and a dark druid with a grudge prepares his revenge. To defeat him, Arik and Rebeka must combine their skills. Soon Rebeka will have to decide whether to return to the future or trust Arik with the secret of her time travel and her heart.

Ruth’s Bio

Ruth A. Casie was born in Brooklyn, New York. For twenty-five years she’s been writing for corporate America. Encouraged by her family and friends this ballroom dancing, Sudoku playing, aspiring gourmet cook has given way to her inner muse. She’s let her creative juices flow and started writing a series of historical time travel romance stories. She hopes you read and enjoy her stories.

Ruth A. Casie

Title: Knight of Runes

ISBN: 978-14268-9258-5

Publisher: Carina Press

Release Date: November 14, 2011

Genre: Historical time travel

Ruth’s web site: http://ruthacasie.com

Ruth’s blog: http://ruthacasie.blogspot.com

Ruth’s Twitter: Twitter.com/RuthACasie

Win a $10 Amazon Gift Card. Leave a comment with your email address.   One person will be randomly selected at the end of the day. 

Did you miss that? Yesterday was Ruth’s RELEASE DAY!!!! Don’t forget to leave your email in a comment!

Dodadagohvi~

And the winner is…….

CONGRATULATIONS, LYNNE MARSHALL YOU WON A COPY OF SARAH GRIMM’S AFTER MIDNIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!