Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Learning to Love ~ Jennifer Wilck



Blurb
Dina Jacobs is a single librarian who has never fit in due to her off-the-charts intelligence, frizzy hair and rounder-than-socially-acceptable figure. She left her past behind until she receives an invitation to her ten-year high school reunion, and all her insecurities return.
Adam Mandel is a single corporate attorney who just missed his third deadline at his father's law firm, the law firm where he is up for junior partner. With his reputation on the line, Adam needs all the help he can get to convince his father that he deserves the promotion.

When Dina and Adam run into each other on a deserted road, Dina thinks Mr. Flashypants can't possibly be interested in someone like her. Adam thinks Dina is just the person to help him improve his reputation. Lies and insecurities force them to take a look at themselves. Can they trust each other to look beyond the surface?

Thanks for stopping by today, Jennifer. I love letting my friends know about what’s new on the bookshelf.

No problem, Sandra. Thanks so much for inviting me.

I can’t wait to find out what happens. If there’s one thing we all have in common, it’s our own insecurities. We wonder how others handle them, and perhaps, overcome them. Let’s read an example of what we can find between the covers.

Excerpt
What the hell just happened? She wanted to be friends. The only kind of “friend” he wanted to be with her had “boy” attached to it. No, that wasn’t true. He enjoyed her friendship because he loved talking to her, hearing her opinions, sharing himself with her.
But he was becoming more attracted to her. So far, they’d only kissed, but that one kiss, that unbelievable kiss, haunted him. His lips still burned where they’d touched hers, his insides still turned to jelly when he thought about it. In fact, he’d been hoping there would have been more kissing in her apartment once he’d apologized for his gaffe.
But she’d focused on their arrangement and her overreaction, and here he was pulling away from the curb into rush hour traffic.
She thought he was dating her only to impress his father. If he were one hundred percent honest with himself, he’d acknowledge the partial truth in that statement. But the more time he spent time with her, when he wasn’t royally screwing things up with her, the more he wanted to move beyond their arrangement.
His head was another matter. It was still focused on not making a fool of himself, on maintaining the right reputation, on spinning the right message.
But listening to his head was probably what had gotten him into this mess in the first place. As unbelievable as it might sound, it was time to follow his heart.

I don’t know about the rest of you, but I can’t wait to find out where his heart takes him. I guess we need to order the book to find out the rest. You can do that by using your choice of these links…


Thanks for sharing the news of your new book with us Jennifer. I’d like to ask a few ‘Get-to-know-you’ questions. Let’s talk about your writing process.

1-     What is your favorite part? My favorite part of the writing process is when I first get inspired with a story idea—whether it’s a scene or a character or whatever. When that happens, I literally can’t wait to sit in front of my computer and disappear into that world while I write it all down.
2-     What is your biggest challenge? Well, there are two, actually. One is finding that inspiration. And the other is editing. I write best when the inspiration hits on its own, rather than being coaxed, but that doesn’t always happen. And editing—oy. That’s time consuming and doubt-inducing, but essential, just not as much fun.
3-     What was your most unusual inspiration? As I mentioned, most of my books start from inspiration about a character or a scene. But to write In the Moment, my first book with The Wild Rose Press, my inspiration came from a house. There was this old Victorian mansion that was for sale in the next town and my daughters and I went to the open house just to get a chance to peek inside it. The place was beautiful and I would have loved to have bought it if I had a spare million or two hanging around. So instead, I turned the house into the setting for that book.
4-     What was your most unusual resource? For Five Minutes to Love, the hero and heroine meet at a speed-dating event. I’ve never been—my husband and I met in college—so I needed to find a way to learn more about it without actually going through the process (my husband is understanding, but even he has his limits). We happened to be out to dinner with friends in New York City and the restaurant we were at was hosting a speed-dating event. So I grabbed my daughter and we spied on it.
5-     What is the one thing you must have at your writing space? Can I pick three? Food, coffee and windows to look out of.

More about Jennifer Wilck:
Jennifer started telling herself stories as a little girl when she couldn’t fall asleep at night. Pretty soon, her head was filled with these stories and the characters that populated them. Even as an adult, she thinks about the characters and stories at night before she falls asleep or walking the dog. Eventually, she started writing them down. Her favorite stories to write are those with smart, sassy, independent heroines; handsome, strong and slightly vulnerable heroes; and her stories always end with happily ever after.

In the real world, she’s the mother of two amazing daughters and wife of one of the smartest men she knows. When she’s not writing, she loves to laugh with her family and friends, is a pro at finding whatever her kids lost in plain sight, and spends way too much time closing doors that should never have been left open in the first place. She believes humor is the only way to get through the day and does not believe in sharing her chocolate.

She writes contemporary romance, some of which are mainstream and some of which involve Jewish characters. She’s published with The Wild Rose Press and all her books are available through Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

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Thanks again for spending this time with us, Jennifer. LEARNING TO LOVE sounds as good as its beautiful cover looks.

I loved writing the quirky heroine and being able to redeem the hero. It was a great story to write and I hope people enjoy it. Thanks again for hosting me, Sandra!

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Wednesday, January 17, 2018

The Fire that Inspired Flaming Crimes by Chrys Fey (Part 8)

AUTHOR NOTE: Many scenes in Flaming Crimes (Disaster Crimes #4) came from real life. For this short blog tour, I am sharing my memories as a ten-part continuous story, so hop along for the entire experience.




Series: Disaster Crimes #4
Page Count: 304 
Digital Price: 4.99 
Print Price: 16.99
Rating: Spicy (PG13) 

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FLAMING GUEST POST PART EIGHT:
The next day, I saw the fire’s destruction in the light of day. The woods all around my house had burned down. Trees were blackened, without leaves and with fewer branches. The palmetto bushes had been reduced to burnt stumps. About a yard of green grass on the sides of my house was all that remained; the fire had come so close. Even the woods directly across from my house was gone. But my house still stood, untouched.
The firefighters had even stopped the fire in the back from burning our yard. They kept it at bay on all sides. Our entire property, in the middle of an ocean of blackness, was saved.
But not everything….
The cat who had run out the door had returned in the middle of the night. She was burned. Her name was Angel. She lived for a handful of days before passing away on my birthday.

TO BE CONTINUED…

FLAMING CRIMES EXCERPT:
Donovan scanned the road and the woods for a shuddering feline but couldn’t spot one. The lots between the few houses on this street were untouched, except for the one directly behind their house. That lot had flames taller than him. Another firetruck was posted there, draining water from its tank. He maneuvered around it to the other side and slowly drove along the edge of the road, with his eyes on the fire. Beth was silent behind him, also staring.

Near the end of the street, black stumps became visible. Everything was smoking—piles of ashes, trees, and the ground itself. Although it looked dead, he knew there was still life beneath the smoking heaps and charred bark. The trees would grow new bark, branches, and leaves. Grass would poke through the ashes, and bushes would fill it again. Not immediately, but over a few years, it would flourish into the woods it had been yesterday.


The story will continue on these blogs:

1/8Circle of Friends Books - Part 1
1/9Sandra CoxPart 2
1/10Elements of EmaginettePart 3
1/11Julie FlandersPart 4
1/12I Think; Therefore, I YamPart 5
1/15Alex J. CavanaughPart 6
1/16Just JemiPart 7
1/17Sandra DaileyPart 8
1/18FundinmentalPart 9
1/19Elizabeth SeckmanPart 10




About the Author: Chrys Fey is the author of the Disaster Crimes Series, a unique concept blending romance, crimes, and disasters. She’s partnered with the Insecure Writer’s Support Group and runs their Goodreads book club. She’s also an editor for Dancing Lemur Press.

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Thank you for reading this post! Don’t forget to hop along to the other posts on their designated days for the full fiery story.

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Friday, August 4, 2017

When life gives you lemons – or – what I did this summer

Earlier this year we had a mess that turned into a bigger problem.

My front yard used to be shaded by the biggest turtle oak tree I’ve ever seen. Two landscapers and a tree surgeon had stopped by the house at different times to tell me how amazing the tree was. I was told they don’t usually live long enough to grow as big as mine. It stood approximately eighty feet tall and was incredibly healthy. I was proud of my tree.

Living in Florida isn’t always easy. We were hit by a tropical storm that broke a limb from the tree. Our extra carport was destroyed. We cleared the damage and put up a new although temporary carport. No big deal.



Soon after the carport had been replaced a new problem was discovered. There was a large black spot on the side of the tree. People came by to give their opinions on what could have caused the spot; a virus, a lightning strike, rot…we called the tree guy.

He said the spot was water coming down from an opening made by the storm damage. The tree was ruined. Our magnificent turtle oak would have to come down. (Of course we’d have to take the carport out of the way in order to do it) I was so disappointed.



It took an entire day and a good part of our savings. The equipment left ugly ruts in the lawn and destroyed part of my new shrubs, but the guys helped put the carport back in place to make amends.

However, I still had a problem. What could I do to make up for the loss of my beautiful tree?


Here’s what I did~


Friday, July 21, 2017

SOMEWHERE MY LADY by Beth Trissel


Welcome to my blog, Beth, and thank you for bringing beautiful pictures of your garden to share with our visitors.

Thanks so much for having me on your blog, Sandra. I’m excited to be back into time travels again. The blend of history, mystery, fantasy, romance, and the paranormal were a fun meld to write in Somewhere My Lady (Book 1, Ladies in Time). I set the story in my home state of Virginia, as I have all my time travels thus far. Although, that’s not necessarily where the characters end up.
I live on a farm in the beautiful Shenandoah Valley that’s been in my husband’s family for several generations, but the story unfolds in an 18th century manor along the James River. Harrison Hall, in Somewhere My Lady, is fashioned after Shirley Plantation with elements of my father’s family home in the valley, a beautiful brick house, circa 1816, called Chapel Hill.
I’m fascinated with the past and enjoy researching different eras. Not only do I sometimes get plot ideas this way, but it helps me bring the story to life. I love old homes, have lived in several, and visited many. Research into family genealogy is the original inspiration behind my writing. My ancestors arrived in the early colonial days and left interesting accounts. One line goes back to Jamestown, another to the Salem Witch Trials. They were caught up in the French and Indian War, some taken captive, and fought in the American Revolution, the Civil War…
Gardening is also a passion of mine. I love to grow herbs and heirlooms flowers with their rich connection to the past. I included a lovely garden in Somewhere My Lady, and used herbs in the story. Inhale deeply as you read.
‘Somewhere My Lady is a fun supernatural romance that will have you slipping in and out of the past and future as if you were a spirit yourself.’’ ~Colleen’s Book Reviews



Story Blurb:
Lorna Randolph is hired for the summer at Harrison Hall in Virginia, where Revolutionary-War reenactors provide guided tours of the elegant old home. She doesn't expect to receive a note and a kiss from the handsome young man who then vanishes into mist.
Harrison Hall itself has plans for Lorna – and for Hart Harrison, her momentary suitor and its 18th century heir. Past and present are bound by pledges of love, and modern science melds with old skills and history as Harrison Hall takes Lorna and Hart through time in a race to solve a mystery and save Hart's life before the Midsummer Ball.



Excerpt:

Something about him held her spellbound…the tilt of his head, arch of his brow, glimpse of his profile… She followed his every move with the fixity of an owl.

He turned blue-gray eyes toward her and sensuous lips curved into a smile on his handsome face. Hands down. No contest. He was the hottest guy ever. Her heart beat a thrilling new rhythm.

He circled closer to where she stood rooted in the foyer, not moving a toe, scarcely drawing breath. Did he truly see her backed tremulously against the wall, or did it only feel that way?

Unlike the others in the ghostly assembly, his eyes didn’t skirt past her. He paused in the dance. Bending at the shoulders, he tipped his hand to her in a genteel flourish.

He’d freakin’ bowed. Her jaw dropped. He most definitely saw her. And she sure as heck saw him.

A sparking sizzle jumped between them, awakening her as she’d never been roused before. Even more than when the house charged through her at her arrival. It was as if she were plugged in—to him.

How that could be, she had no idea, but when he gazed into her eyes, time seemed to stop. She spiraled into moonless stars, and back again to this dizzying realm. To him. Even if she were dreaming, she’d never forget this moment.~

Somewhere My Lady is available from all major online booksellers. In Kindle at: https://www.amazon.com/Somewhere-Lady-Ladies-Time-Book-ebook/dp/B071VTNC7V




Author Bio: Married to my high school sweetheart, I live on a farm in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia surrounded by my human family and fur babies. An avid gardener, my love of herbs and heirloom plants figures into my work. The rich history of Virginia, the Native Americans, and the people who journeyed here from far beyond her borders are at the heart of my inspiration. I’m especially drawn to colonial America and the drama of the American Revolution. And I love a good ghost story. In addition to Young Adult and New Adult fantasy romance, I also write historical, time travel, and paranormal romance, plus nonfiction.


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Friday, July 7, 2017

What is a Fenian Warrior?

Mary Morgan is back to answer this question and tell us about her spectacular new series about them.



Blurb:

“You met them in the Order of the Dragon Knights. Now, journey to the realm of the Fae and witness their legends!"

Fenian Warrior, Conn MacRoich has traveled the earth for thousands of years, guarding the realm between mortal and Fae. His deeds are legendary. Yet, one mistake will force him on a journey to fix a broken time-line. However, on Conn’s quest, he must face a human female who will eventually bring this ancient warrior to his knees. 

When Ivy O’Callaghan inherits her uncle’s estate, she never imagines there will be more secrets to unravel, including the one she hides from the world. With the help of a mysterious stranger, she learns to trust and step out of the shadows. However, nothing prepares Ivy when she learns Conn's true identity. 

As the loom of fate weaves a thread around the lovers from two different worlds, will the sacrifices they make lead them to love? Or will their secrets destroy and separate them forever?

~*~

Me: Welcome to my blog, Mary. You know I’ve been a fan since the first Dragon Knight book. I thought there’d never be anything as wonderful as a Dragon Knight, but now I’ve fallen in love with a Fenian Warrior as well.
In case we have guests who haven’t yet had the pleasure of reading Quest of a Warrior please explain what a Fenian Warrior is.

Mary: Of course. A Fenian Warrior is part of a group—the Brotherhood of elite warriors within the Fae world. They safeguard the realm between Fae and human. These warriors have the power to travel through time called, the Veil of Ages. They are often summoned by the Fae council to restore balance in the mortal world, or to aid humans in need of assistance. 

Me: One of the many things I love about your writing is how visual it is. What do you do to place yourself in the fae realm? What is the atmosphere like where you write?

Mary: I have an extremely vivid imagination, and a great love of fantasy. Therefore, delving deeper into the Fae world was like being in a candy store filled with chocolate for me. I created a lush, bucolic realm full of everything I would want if I lived there. When I was writing Quest of a Warrior, I listened to instrumental Celtic music, and my writing desk overlooks my garden. In a sense, I’m surrounded by the elements of the Fae kingdom—from special rocks on my travels, crystals, and fresh flowers. 

Me: In all the books I’ve read of yours one thing stands out. Your heroines are never shrinking violets. Tell us who inspired your character Ivy?

Mary: Ahh…Ivy Kathleen. My dear sprite! The only inspiration was my love of Ireland. Ivy emerged one day—short, shy, and full of sass! It took me by surprise, since I thought the heroine was going to be different. I first envisioned her taller and with long hair, not this pixie. Ironically, she reminds me of Tinkerbell. I never truly know what to expect when plotting out the beginning of a story (Yes, I’m part plotter and panster). It has to feel right—for the story and for the character. I warned Conn that the woman who entered his heart would be one that could destroy him. And she did bring this ancient warrior to his knees. 

Me: One thing that cannot go without mention is your fabulous cover. Who was the artist and did she depict Conn the way you had imagined him?

Mary: Thanks, Sandra! I’ve been blessed to have the fabulous Debbie Taylor design all my covers. She did a phenomenal job of capturing the spirit of Conn. I was literally speechless the first time I saw the cover. Yes, my jaw did drop open. If you noticed, the green foliage swirling around Conn in the water is ivy. How perfect, right?

Me: I’m sure you’ve at least planned your next book. Who will be my next warrior book-boyfriend?

Mary: Absolutely, Sandra! I’m already writing the second Fenian Warrior’s story. It’s called, Oath of a Warrior, and features Rory MacGregor. It will be set in Scotland, late 1600’s. I will share this…Rory has kept a deep, dark secret from the Brotherhood—one that will slowly emerge while he’s confined within the Fae prison. My heart aches for him already.


Author Bio:

Award-winning Scottish paranormal romance author, Mary Morgan, resides in Northern California, with her own knight in shining armor. However, during her travels to Scotland, England, and Ireland, she left a part of her soul in one of these countries and vows to return.
 
Mary's passion for books started at an early age along with an overactive imagination. She spent far too much time daydreaming and was told quite often to remove her head from the clouds. It wasn't until the closure of Borders Books where Mary worked that she found her true calling--writing romance. Now, the worlds she created in her mind are coming to life within her stories.



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~*~

More about the book and where to find it...

Excerpt:  
“Intoxication can unleash the beast within a Fae.” ~Chronicles of the Fae
Conn fought the bolt of desire spearing a path throughout his body. Her touch spoke volumes—an invitation to taste. Never had he longed to kiss a human like this wee lass. His heart beat loudly, and he found himself unable to move. She was a Goddess of the moonlight. It danced off her face and hair, and he trembled before her. Ivy’s fingers traced down his cheek and across his lips. He was helpless to contain the growl that escaped from his mouth.

The rush of passion overtook him, and Conn slammed the door on his mind. Grasping Ivy around the waist, he hoisted her up on top of the bridge. Her lips parted on a sigh, and he lowered his mouth to feast on something he dared not take. The first brush of her soft lips against his own ignited a hunger he could no longer contain. Taking her moan deep into him, Conn glorified in the sensation of her mouth—one filled with a honeyed sweetness.

The Fae warrior became just a man for the first time. Something primal burst within him. Emotions he had never felt left him dizzy, spiraling to a physical plane. He craved them all. His lips seared a course down her neck, to her throat, and then recaptured the velvet warmth of her mouth.

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Thanks so much for hosting me on your blog, Sandra! And I’m thrilled to hear you’ve enjoyed Quest of a Warrior and found another “book-boyfriend!”   

Friday, June 30, 2017

Spotlight: the newest debut novel from TWRP

Need You Now
by Dei Araujo
Love's Paradise Series – book #1


Rating: Spicy 
Page Count: 294
The Wild Rose Press
Romantic Suspense


Blurb:
Nothing compared to the horror Amaranth Wallace felt upon discovering her babysitter beaten and her autistic son missing. To get him back, she must put all her faith in her ex-lover, the very man she vowed to avoid forever. 

One steamy and mind-blowing night with Amaranth and Nicholas was hooked. But when she chose his half-brother over him, Nicholas turned his back on her and love. Now fate has brought them back together, and Nicholas must revisit old wounds that run deep with the woman who broke his heart. 

Can Amaranth and Nicholas put their torrid history aside to find her son and get a chance at love?


Excerpt:
Nicholas paused mid-turn at the mention of her name. Amaranth was in his office. Completing the rotation, he took in her appearance. The worn photo he had held onto for so long didn’t do her any justice. She was still a breath of fresh air, but time had matured her girlish features into the breathtaking vision that stared back at him. Her face was stern and proclaimed she wasn’t at his office for a reunion.
A sense of foreboding arrested him. Her eyes sparkled with fire as she made her way over to where he stood in front of the window. She wore a simple beige tank with a red bolero jacket and a pair of dark jeans that gripped every part of her curvaceous lower half. Crimson suede stilettos left wicked images dancing in his head.
Nicholas cleared his throat and met her the rest of the way. “Hello, Am.”
Out of nowhere, her hand connected with the side of his face with a stinging crack.
“Well, that wasn’t the kind of welcome I envisioned receiving from you,” he said as he ran a finger along the corner of his mouth. Because she was shorter than him by a good foot, the palm of her hand connected with part of his mouth and cheek. And boy did she pack some power behind it.
“My apologies for my lack of fanfare. I left the balloons and ticker tape at home,” she said.
“I’m sure you get off on throwing blows and receiving them, but maybe we could continue this little S&M session some other time, perhaps when I’m not at work.”
The steely, Amazon fa├žade she wore cracked for a split second revealing just how much his words had affected her. Her indifference toward him stung and like a petulant little boy, he wanted to lash out.
“Am, I’m sorry.” A slim hand shot up stopping his apology.
“Save it for someone who actually cares.”
This Amaranth wasn’t the same woman who was constantly at his brother’s beck and call. She stood as if she were ready to battle. No, she had a backbone and she was obviously there for a reason and not just to slap the taste out of his mouth. Coupled with the call from Roberto, all signs pointed toward his brother, and the sooner he discovered what Roberto had done, the sooner she could leave and his life could return to its boring existence.
“Why don’t we skip the pleasantries and get down to why you’re here,” he said.
She laughed. Had it not been tinged with anger, he would’ve thought it was lyrical.
“Like you have no idea.”
“Hello. Me asking you why. Clearly, I don’t know.”
Amaranth moved closer and his abdominals tightened in anticipation. Her light, sweet pea scent assailed his nostrils. A warm, tingling sensation danced throughout his entire body. He closed his eyes, imprinting every new part of her to his memory, then counted to five before opening them to stare down into her liquid brown eyes.
“I never thought for one minute that you’d actually act like you were cut from the same cloth as Roberto. How could you?” she asked.
“I’m not a mind reader, nor do I enjoy riddles so spill it already.”
She retreated, taking her captivating scent and warmth with her. He almost reached out to keep her closer to him.

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Bio:
Dei Araujo is a multicultural romance author who began writing in the fifth grade. She enjoys reading and writing both historical and contemporary stories of love where color has no boundaries. A retired Air Force officer, Dei
comes from a proud military family. She’s living out her real-life love story in beautiful Miami, Florida, with her soulmate, and their four rambunctious boys. Need You Now, a romantic suspense, is her first novel.

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