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Release Day Feature - The Earl's Enticement by Collette Cameron

Published by: Soulmate Publishing

Get it at: Amazon

Blurb:
She won’t be tamed.

A fiery, unconventional Scot, Adaira Ferguson wears breeches, swears, and has no more desire to marry than she does to follow society’s dictates of appropriate behavior. She trusts no man  with the secret she desperately protects.

He can’t forget.

Haunted by his past, Roark, The Earl of Clarendon, rigidly adheres to propriety, holding himself and those around him to the highest standards, no matter the cost. Betrayed once, he’s guarded and leery of all women.

Mistaking Roark for a known spy, Adaira imprisons him. Infuriated, he vows vengeance. Realizing her error, she’s appalled and releases him, but he’s not satisfied with his freedom. Roark is determined to transform Adaira from an ill-mannered hoyden to a lady of refinement. He succeeds only to discover, he preferred the free-spirited Scottish lass who first captured his heart.

Excerpt:
Under the blessed shade of the large oak grove, Roark hopped to the grou…

Recovery

It is Tuesday. I am exhausted. Please enjoy this photograph of two white ducks fleeing from my camera.

Silly ducks.

Let's recap why I'm exhausted. Number 1--two words: line edits. That's all I have to say about that.

Number 2--Let's go on a picnic to Wilson's Creek. It'll be fun, I said. And it was fun, until on the way back from a long hike, a hill tried to murder me. It seemed so easy on the way down. I'm pretty sure it rose to mountain-like proportions on the way up. I had to stop twice because my lungs were rebelling and my legs were screaming in protest. When you consider I haven't been on a long walk in a couple of years, I did marvelous. But that hill was inclined to murder. Get it, inclined? Ha! At least I still have my sense of humor. I've eaten a generic toaster pastry and a half and feel almost human again this morning except for the really bad pain in my right hip.

It was Memorial Day weekend, as you may well know, so we spent a little t…

Book Feature & Giveaway - Twelfth Sun by Mae Clair

The hunky young PhD knows all about seduction, but what does he know about love?
Reagan Cassidy is settled in her life. She has a thriving interior design firm, an upscale condo, two cats, and a goldfish. As a favor to her uncle, she agrees to team up with his marine archeologist friend to validate and retrieve a nineteenth-century journal, reputedly that of a passenger aboard the doomed schooner Twelfth Sun. Finding a hunky twenty-five-year-old coming out of the shower in her hotel room wasn’t part of the deal, but it’s hard to complain… Dr. Elijah Cross is cocky and he knows it. He enjoys trading barbs with the lovely Reagan. Barbs, and some innuendo. He can tell she’d rather get back home to her business than stick around for the extended treasure hunt they’ve been talked into, but he’s fine with the situation. At least, until the “clues” start getting personal. Reagan finds Dr. Gorgeous is as skilled in matters of the heart as he is behind the lectern. Throw in a series of clues whi…

Weekend Wanderings

My writing has been sporadic at best, I'm ashamed to say. I finally crossed the 100,000 word mark late Saturday night. I'm going to try to pit myself for JuNoWriMo because Camp NaNo was a spectacular failure. I need the words, I need to get my contemporary romance finished, I need...four weeks on the beach with a bottle of Xanax. Unfortunately, that's unlikely to happen. I just have to hold out until I get my week's vacation in the yurt. Yes, a yurt. I'm thrilled stupid over the impending yurt trip in mid-June.

Yesterday, despite our late night (okay, hubby fell asleep in front of the Blue Collar Comedy Tour DVD he's only seen 27+ times), we meandered toward Branson just for the fun of it. After discovering one of our favorite pizza places was closed on Sundays, we headed to the only other one like it that we know of, which delivered us to Hollister, right across the road from my alma mater. So I said, "Let's drive down to CofO and look around."





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United We Stand

“Why can't people just sit and read books and be nice to each other?”  ― David Baldacci, The Camel Club
I don't venture into this territory often, but as I've been neglecting the blog-o-sphere lately, I figured this is as good a time to tackle a tough topic as any (say that sentence five times fast).

If you follow my Facebook, Twitter or G+ accounts, you may know I've been posting chapters of Wildwood Spring and The Wrong Brother's Bride on Wattpad to promote them. The Convict & the Cattleman and the Legends & Lovers series are up there as well. I'll be the first to admit, I'm not really sure what Wattpad is/does. People read stories and there are forums. That's pretty much all I've got. My postings are sloppy and inconsistent. Someday I hope to have time to clean them up and make them uniform. Clearly I'm old and the technology easily confuses me.

The reason for my sudden jump over there is a couple of weeks ago the publicist for Kensi…

Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained

Dear Interwebz users,

Thank you for your patience as I didn't get y'all a guest today. I know, bad blogger, who ignores you more often than not these days. I'm very nearly caught up with my edits/beta reading/life (ha!), I promise.

Let me tell you a story. It goes like this...

Once upon a time, there was a writer. She entered a contest called the Weta Nichols Writing Contest. She waited patiently for the results (okay, she doesn't have a patient bone in her body). The finalists were announced and lo, and behold, her name was on the list! She waited very impatiently (at least she's willing to admit it now) for the final results. To her surprise, she won the first place certificate for her novel! And then she submitted the novel to the final judge who requested it and a couple of months later, signed a contract to have the novel published!

That writer was me.

It's a true story, and one that hopefully tells you that dreams do come true. Wystan (The Heckmasters) is…

More Officialality

Maybe I should have come up with a new word to celebrate the new blurb, but this one will do. If I use it more, maybe it'll catch on.

I got an email Wednesday morning from my new editor at Lyrical Press. It contained the official blurb for Reclaimng Her Heart. Oh, you could've read the old one, sure, but why not read the new, real, great one that will adorn ebook retailers' websites? Well, let's have it.

When a broken heart heals, the love grows stronger.
Ben Darling is infuriating, arrogant and though he may look like every woman's dream, he's no better than a common thief for stealing Paralee Blake's childhood home. She stopped trusting Ben the moment he broke her heart, and nothing is going to sway her opinion of him. Not her father's insistence that that Ben is a good man, not his mother's matchmaking attempts, and certainly not the way his kisses make her heart pound.

Paralee is so stubborn and short-sighted, she can't see Ben only wants one t…