Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Book Feature - Desperate Hearts by Roseann Bittner


SHE’S A WOMAN WITH A SECRET
Elizabeth Wainwright is on the run. Accused of a murder she didn’t commit, she has no choice but to cut ties with her old life and flee West. The last thing she wants is attention, but when her stagecoach is attacked, she suddenly finds herself under the fierce protection of one of Montana’s famed vigilantes…whether she likes it or not.

HE’S A MAN WITH A CODE
Lawman Mitch Brady is sworn to uphold justice in the wild lands of 1860’s Montana. He’s never met a man he’s feared, and he’s never met a woman more desperately in need of his help. Something’s shaken the secretive Elizabeth, but as he gets to know the beautiful city belle, he finds the only thing he wants more than her safety…is her trust.


Excerpt:
“I really don’t want to dance,” Elizabeth protested, half yelling above the whooping men and loud piano playing.  “It hurts my shoulder.”

“Just one little dance, lady?”  her partner begged.

“Really, I …”

Suddenly a big fist rammed into her partner’s jaw, sending him flying across two tables.  He landed against a bar stool and everyone backed away from Elizabeth.  She turned to see Mitch Brady standing there with a dark look of rage in his eyes.  “The lady said she didn’t want to dance!”  He scanned the room.  “Everybody here understand that?”

The man Mitch had clobbered rolled to his knees, groaning.

“Stu was only wantin’ a dance, Mitch,” another man spoke up.  “Ain’t no harm in that.”

“There is when the woman was dragged in here against her will and never agreed to the dance.”

Everyone backed farther away, and Elizabeth could see no one in the room was about to give Mitch Brady any more trouble.    …    He took hold of Elizabeth’s arm and led her toward the swinging doors at the saloon entrance.  “Let’s go,” he said.

Elizabeth followed him out.

Praise for Desperate Hearts
4 Star Review

She’s just eighteen and she’s already running from a man…

Ms. Bittner writes a mean western. She is historically accurate (she must have had a gunslinger in her family!) and she believes in true love. Those combinations add up to a good read. I’m going to have to go find some more of her work.

Read the entire review at Long & Short Reviews

4 Star Review
Rosanne Bittner has written many novels and I have read quite a few of her works. In fact, I wonder that she can come up with new story lines. However in “Desperate Hearts” she has done just that. Although it’s a classic tale of a runaway heroine trying to escape the clutches of a depraved relative, there is enough action and adventure in this novel to keep you interested to the last page.

Read the entire review at Night Owl Reviews

4 Star Review An exciting tale of how love can find you no matter where you are hiding. September 9, 2014
By Shauni
Format:Kindle Edition
Originally Reviewed For: Bodice Rippers, Femme Fatales and FantasyLooking for a rather sexy western. A book that takes you back to the Wild West where men had to not only take the law into their own hands, they had to be the law? If you are, you need to read Roseanne Bittner’s Desperate Hearts. An exciting tale of how love can find you no matter where you are hiding.
Read the entire review on Amazon

About the Author:
I’ve been writing for over thirty years and to date have had 60 novels published, all about the American West of the 1800’s and Native Americans. I write romance, but not the typical bodice-ripping adventures. My stories are deep love stories, often family sagas told as a series. It is the hero and heroine’s love that holds them together through the trials and tribulations of settling America’s western frontiers. I absolutely love the Rockies, the Tetons, the Sierras, and the wide-open plains, prairies and desert land west of the Mississippi. In my books, I strive to tell the truth about the settling of the West and how it affected our American Indians, as well as the gritty depth of what our brave pioneers suffered in their search for free land and a better life.

I am a member of the Nebraska and Oklahoma Historical Societies, my local southwest Michigan historical society, Women Writing the West, Mid-Michigan Romance Writers of America, the national RWA, National Rifle Association and a local charity group called the Coloma Lioness Club. I help run a family business and love doing things with my three young grandsons. If you visit my Website you’ll see all my titles listed as well as a page that lists all my many writing awards; or you can visit me on Facebook. At either site you will learn news of new books to come as well as reprints of many of my past titles soon to be published in trade paperback and as e-books! I also have an author site at Amazon.com.

See Roseanne's other features, interviews, and guest posts at Buy The Book Tours!

Monday, September 29, 2014

Bubble Brain

Something stupid happened to me last week. That something stupid is: Me. Seriously, I'm like a hazard to myself. I lost my SD card. The one with everything I've written this year on it. Including that sooper sekrit thing I'm working on, the historical I've been slaving over since the beginning of the year, and Tell.

You know that saying: If she had a brain, she'd be dangerous? They wrote that in anticipation of me.

I found a back up of the historical that's only missing one chapter. I've been emailing the sooper sekrit to my critique partner, so I only lost about 1500-1700 words on it, and...I only have a really old version of Tell. The one before I deleted more than half of it and started rewriting.

For safety's sake, I think I should be locked in a plastic bubble so I never lose anything. Everything would be in the bubble. Oh, there it is! I didn't lose anything, because it's here in the bubble with me.

I swear. So while I intended NaNo to be dedicated to Tell, now it's going to be really dedicated as I try to regain all that lost ground. Shit. Needless to say, I've been updating my clouds pretty heavily in the recent days.

So pretty. Not.
I'm in self-imposed wrist exile right now too, so if my spelling or grammatical issues are weirder than ever, it's because I can't bend my wrist down. Just the left one. The right one is complaining a little too, but I don't think it would be safe to drive if I was wearing both braces.

This does not bode well for NaNo, but then I figure, what else is new? It's not NaNo without blinding wrist and elbow pain. I will finish Tell, even if I have to type with my teeth. I could always use the voice to text application on my computer, but it would come out in gibberish. I mean, sure, it would be finished, but it wouldn't make any sense. It's bad when your phone understands speech to text, but your computer is a moron.

This is my life. It's a whole lot of ridiculous.

In other news, today is the kick off for the Wystan (The Heckmasters) blog tour. I have a guest post today at http://www.naomibellina.com/blog, please, drop by and visit. I have a giveaway--an ecopy of Wystan and a $10 Amazon gift card, so enter away! It's easy.

Also, I was talking about drinking on this blog: In A Dream Beyond: Author Happy Hour. Because I like whiskey when it's mixed with other liquor.

Peace, love, and may you not be as big a screw up as I am by losing things all the time.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Book Feature - The Dark of the Moon by Samantha Allard

Thanks for having me on your blog today to talk about my first release under the name Samantha Allard. The Dark of the Moon started life as a short story series under the name Ella Grey. When I got the rights back the story was expanded and heavily revised. I believe it’s stronger for it. Rachel Valentine has always been one of my favourite characters, a snarky teenager who is willing to go above and beyond to save her brother and bring her family back together. Throw in wolves and a boy who annoys and intrigues her in equal measures and you get a story of accepting your past and growing as a person.

 I’ll be taking part in a bigger blog tour next month, so keep an eye out for that to be in for a chance to win eBooks. Join my page on Facebook to keep updated.

Blurb
A missing brother, werewolves at war, and she's stuck in the middle. Rachel might not be your average girl, but even she has her limits. Three years ago her brother disappeared, and Rachel went off the rails quite spectacularly. Now she is trapped in a nunnery because she accidently blew up half the science department at her old school. One night she sees her long-lost brother in the crowd behind a reporter on television. There's no mistaking who he is, but getting her parents to believe her is a different matter. It leaves her one option: break out of the nunnery and travel to London to track him down.

She's about to find out that things are never that simple and there are some secrets that are impossible to believe.

Excerpt 
I drop the box at my feet, then rummage through it. The book I need is wedged in deep.

Thank God the nuns hadn't searched through any of the books I brought. I specifically chose  the Stephen King, figuring it was the safest one. It took me ages to hollow it out. There's enough money in here that no one would notice the slight difference in weight. I flick through the wad of money, stopping when I catch sight of the fake ID, which adds a few years to my age. I use the blue rucksack stuffed into the box. I add the things I need inside. First the book, the money and ID still hidden away. A few items of clothes follow them, a skirt, a dress, T-shirts, and jeans. I'm looking forward to getting out of this stupid uniform. Hell, I'd burn it if I had time.

Just leaving the cupboard, I notice a name on one of the boxes. Susan Towers. What had she told me about herself? Pausing at the door, I think. Come on, Rachel, think. She said something about makeup. She's a makeup student. There might be something I can use in her box. I slide the box down. One quick search through it and then I'll go. I nearly jump when I brush my hand against something soft and brown.

What the hell is that?

A smile unfolds on my face when I realize what it is, hair. A wig. I fight against the urge to break out in a dance.

This is perfect. I can definitely use this.

Watch the trailer:


Bio
Once upon a time, in a galaxy far away, passed the farthest star in the sky and where the horizon meets for its kiss with the land, Samantha battled evil drones. The drones were six feet tall, had three sets of hands, and it was best if you didn't mention the third eye. (They don't like it when you bring it up.) She wields words like a sword in her hand and cuts down her foes with the skill of a ballerina wearing flip-flops and juggling chainsaws. (She knows how to multitask.)

Take a trip into her worlds (yep, plural) as she writes young adult with a touch of wolves and anything else that takes her fancy.

Buy Links
Lycaon Press ||  Bookstrand || Omnilit

Monday, September 22, 2014

Don't Cry Because It's Over

You guys know I love Halloween. It's one of my favorite holidays, even though I wish it was earlier in the year, because I hate fall.

So I got you this photo of me looking like some damn creepy doll:
Photo: Jill Slack
Dead eyes, painted-on smile, well, the whole expression is just horrifying. I do my best.

Because God forbid I look normal in a photograph.

This happened Saturday morning at the Ozarks Romance Authors convention. A great time was had by all. At least, I haven't heard anyone say they didn't have a great time. It was really, really good.

I decided pretty much last-minute that I was going to pitch a novella I haven't told this blog about. It's sooper sekrit, like, you know, everything else I've done this year. You know how I suck at pitching? This year, I told my stupid brain it was not going to screw this up and I read. from. the. cards. the way God intended someone to read from index cards.

The editor stopped me once, asked a question, and after my answer, said, "Well that's f***ed up."

I was like, I know, right? But old timey times. It didn't matter if things were f***ed up back then, because hey, conflict, which was something these editors and agents couldn't remind us about enough. I'm super proud of myself for not screwing up a pitch. Third time was the charm.

Lunch was spectacular. Lunch is always spectacular when there's cheese and dessert. The piece of apple pie I had was made in Heaven.

So here are some other photos you need to see from conference:
I take bad selfies. It should be a crime. Photo: Jill Slack

This is my Wystan gift basket. That casket had candy in it.
It said, "Here lies the body of Diane Rott. She was alive,
but now she's not." Hilarious. Yes, that's hard liquor in there too.

I made the book cover bingo sheets. Here's one with all the
authors' signatures on it. Cute, no?
My fab crit parter, Lisa Medley writes about reapers (they're
way sexier than this guy), so I felt I needed to liven up
our hotel room by adding a scythe.
I also got  a deep lesson in killing my darlings where I was once again reminded that I can't write a first chapter to save my life. Never get cocky people--this is a lesson my dad tried to instill in me, yet I never learned. I have some major reconstruction to do on...well, everything I've written recently. Henh. You'd think I'd be used to that by now.

I followed up my conference experience by napping at home.

To be honest, I'm sad ORAcon2014 is over. But...but...it all went by so fast! Come back! Man, I want next year's conference to be here already!

I have editing to do, chapters to improve, ideas to put down. It's Monday, but the conference got some motivation pulsing through my veins. Woohoo!

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

This Weekend!

Things have been so crazy in the last two months, it's been difficult to think about much writing. I'm working on a sooper sekrit project right now, but let me say, it's pretty exciting. To me, anyway. The other thing I haven't given as much thought to as I have in the past is ORACon.

It's this weekend!

I've rushed like a mad person to get my raffle basket put together. I'm still missing one thing, but never fear, I have a note in my phone and I won't fail to get it. I'll take a photo and post it to my author FB account later so you all can see the goodies inside. I'll explain about them too so you don't think I put this together in a random rush because...I'm me. It probably does look random at first glance.

I'm also running around like a chicken with its head cut off to get last minute (okay, every minute) things done for the Wystan (The Heckmasters) blog tour done. It starts September 29 and will run at least up until a day or two after Wystan releases. Don't forget, you can totally pre-order it right this very second! Just click the pre-order link and scroll down to find Wys at all your favorite ebook stores. He's waiting (very sexily) for you.

Now, I have a ton of work, 6 blog posts, one beta read, one round of edits, and a sooper sekrit project to work on. Not to mention clothes to wear for the weekend, making sure my make up is all in order, and gee, I hope I don't forget my toothbrush! Go, be, do!

P.S. I forgot the great news! Cowboy Up, the contemporary western anthology I'm in hit the All Romance Ebooks best seller list! That is so awesome. And yesterday I learned that Wildwood Spring is coming to print in the next couple of months. I'll keep you all updated on that!