Friday, February 28, 2014

Author Interview & Giveaway - Chuck Gleason

What's your book about?
It’s a light romance about two college kids.

Care to share your favorite line(s)?
This scene occurs when Lincoln’s sister, a high school junior, arrives for a college weekend with her brother’s girlfriend Keli:

 When Paige arrived Keli was immediately captivated. A sparkly blonde with lots of enthusiasm! “I understand I have a date? Is he good looking? Will I fall in love? Can I kiss him on the first date?”

“Slow down young lady! He’s probably an insecure guy who’s afraid of girls. Otherwise he wouldn’t need a blind date with a high school junior.”

“You’re probably right, Keli. At least you’re being honest with me. I like that about you. Are you planning to marry Lincoln?”

“What did you say?”

“I asked if you were planning to marry my brother.”

“That’s what I thought you asked. I just hoped you didn’t.”

“Well, if we’re going to be sisters-in-law, I want to be in your confidence. Maybe I can conspire to help your campaign.”

What's your next project?
A book titled Fired Angels. It’s a romance about three women trying to start a charter school.

What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your book?
That I liked to write, it is fun and very consuming.

What sparked your interest in your genre?
We’ve been married 63 years and we’re still in love. What else would I write about but romance?

Describe your writing in a sentence.
Blunt and to the point, no frills or useless description.

Do you choose character names or do the characters whisper them in your ears?
Found list of names on line. Picked the name I wanted to fit the character. Last names came from the phone book.

Do you like background noise or do you prefer a quiet space when you write?
I have serious hearing problems so quiet is required.

What are you currently reading?
Just finished The Infidel by Ayaan Hirsi Ali. This is a must read for every American because it explains how Muslims are taught. Usually I read romances because I’m tired of all the bad news. Nora Roberts or Sherryl Woods are favorites.

What question have you always wanted to be asked in an interview and how would you answer it? No Clue.

People think I'm weird because... I don’t care what others think. I enjoy having fun.

BOOK TITLE: Collision Course
ISBN: 978-1612962085
AUTHOR: Chuck Gleason
GENRE: Fiction-Romance
BUY IT: Amazon || Barnes & Noble || Book Depository

Collision Course is a warm loving story about two college kids, Lincoln Comstock and Keli Holloway, who get off on a rocky road to romance.  In their creative writing course, Lincoln trashes Keli’s first offering before the entire class, just to get her attention.  Keli is very sensitive about her creative efforts.  As a consequence, Lincoln has started his romance by shooting himself in the foot.

Lincoln’s persistence pays off eventually as Keli agrees to be friends, just not romantic friends. In their junior year, the friendship endures the student body presidential election in which Keli and Lincoln are actually pitted against each other.  After the election Keli finally agrees to go to the Christmas formal as Lincoln’s date.

Just as the friendship is turning into love, obstacles get in the way. Can their love withstand a  last collision?
Filled with excitement and love, Collision Course is a happy story that will leave readers smiling.

Praise for Collision Course:
“Like the warm light of the cabin on the book’s cover, there is something comforting about a classic love story. Romantics looking for a wholesome story will be drawn to these characters. Gleason captures a time when courtship was full of sweet surprises.”-Lisa Bower, Foreword Reviews

“A must Read!  If you enjoy romantic novels this endearing story of college romance is just for you. I read the last 100 pages without stopping so I could find out how it ended. You will love Collision Course, by Chuck Gleason, from the first page to the last.”- Leslie Gene, Amazon Reviewer

” Enjoyed it! I could not wait to see how it ended. The characters were believable. And I felt like when I was reading it I might have known some of them!”- Mary Plybon, Amazon Reviewer

“A love story with great appeal.  A very good and wholesome story of a young love affair. I loved it. I would like to see some more this author.”-H.W., Amazon Reviewer

About the author:
Author Chuck Gleason is eighty four years young and writing love stories at a prodigious rate.  He started dating Janet in 1945 when they were just fifteen.  They married in 1950 and are still in love sixty three years later!

Chuck achieved business success selling life insurance. With Janet’s help, they developed a two market selling life style.  They lived on a Michigan lake in the summer and a Florida island in the winter. Their commute to work was only two seconds. They enjoyed this enviable life style for over twenty five years!
Chuck’s speech, Are You Running Your Business or is Your Business Running You? has been delivered in twenty seven states and seven foreign countries.

They have two children, three grandchildren and one great grandchild.
“If you marry your best friend you’ll have a wonderful life.”

Find him at:

Giveaway information:
Chuck is giving away a print copy or ebook. The contest is open internationally, however, the print copy is only available in the U.S. to enter, leave a comment and your e-mail address. You'll be notified if you're the winner!

Thursday, February 27, 2014

A Wild Release Day

Good morning, good morning, good morning! You know what day it is? It's release day for Wildwood Spring! Yep, the day is here! Man, has this been one wild journey or what?

I didn't talk about Wildwood on this blog or Facebook as often as I talked about other novels I've written. Looking back, it seems like it wrote easily, but that wasn't quite the case. I had some serious moments of doubt during the writing process. It edges toward the gothic side of romance, something I'd never tried before. Plus throw in a hero with a tormented father, a heroine with a mysterious and none-too-glamorous past, a crew of odd, but lovable house staff, a house that's more museum than home, and a possessive bad guy, give it a shake and you've got Wildwood Spring.

I fell in love with Eureka Springs, Arkansas when I was just a kid. There's something magical (even though Turner Wildwood will tell you there's no such thing as magic) about the town and its surroundings that even entrepreneurial Victorian people noticed. There's no such thing as the Fountain of Youth, but it didn't stop those people from looking or believing the water cured their maladies. If Celia Landry hadn't tried everything to save her mother, even the slimmest chance that Wildwood Spring would hold a cure, she wouldn't have crossed paths with Turner. That's the message in the novel: hope is a living thing that can change the world.

Wildwood is my Beauty and the Beast-esque story where the hero isn't beastly, but he recognizes the beastliness of the world. It takes Celia's love to help change his view of it. I hope you all enjoy the oddities, the quirky characters, and the romance.

I have to thank some people for getting me through the adventure:
My editor, Amanda, for taking the chance on me, for loving this book as much as I do, and making my experience with Breathless a wonderful one.
D'Ann for encouraging me when I was ready to quit before I had much of a beginning.
Lisa for all her kind words and support.
Doug for two spontaneous trips south because I needed motivation beyond Google. Sorry for beating you at mini-golf, honey.
Mom, because she said anyone who didn't like Wildwood didn't know what they were talking about.
And everyone who supported my spectacular flop during SYTYCW (I know I can, I just didn't mesh with Harlequin).

See, fledgling novelists? One door closes, and there's always another waiting for you to walk through.

You can get it at: Breathless Press || All Romance eBooks || Amazon || Bookstrand

You can also add it on Goodreads

Cover Reveal - City of the Gods: The Betrayal by SJ McMillan

City of the Gods: The Betrayal (Book 2)
Release date: March 20, 2014

Centuries ago, Damian was betrayed by his best friend, his fiancé, and the Gods of his civilization. He vowed vengeance against them all. He studied and mastered the dark arts. All he needed after that was patience.

Damian’s ex, Vivian, now feels like her world is crashing down around her. His curse is threatening her brother Tristan’s life. The only way to save him is to trust a stranger who saved her from a fate worse than death.

Marcus had no idea saving Vivian’s life would put him in the middle of an ancient battle between good and evil. All he has to do is figure out which side he’s fighting for.

“What are you doing?” Vivian screamed.

“You killed Michael. Now, witch, you must pay the price.” Her captor pressed the tip of the knife into the flesh of her throat. Vivian felt a trickle of blood run down to the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and prayed this mess would be over soon. She dared not move, not wanting to cause her own demise. The man leaned down, pressing his lips to her ear.

“The warlock is watching us,” he whispered, then grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to a sitting position. Vivian yelped from the pain the action caused. She glared at his smug little smirk. She wanted to slap him for enjoying his charade a little too much. She knew he really wanted to kill her, but now he had a chance to kill not only a witch, but a warlock as well. Her heart sank knowing that either way she was going to die tonight, either by the hand of her captor or the warlock. If she had any choice in the matter she’d choose her captor over the warlock any day. Fresh tears spilled from her eyes; she was letting Tristan down.

“Please, don’t do this. I have people depending on me, people who need my help,” Vivian whispered. Her heart was breaking as she begged for life. The hold on the knife lessened for a fraction of a second. Vivian looked into the eyes of her captor. The ache in her eyes should have been enough for the man to know she was telling the truth. She felt the warlock watching their exchange very closely. He was already suspicious of them. Her captor tightened his hold on the knife again, cutting a fraction deeper into her throat. Vivian inhaled, closing her eyes and waiting for death to embrace her.

“When you enter the gates of hell, tell them Marcus the witch hunter sent you,” her captor said in a booming voice. Vivian felt the air around her move. The warlock was very close.

About the author:
I live in southwest Missouri with my husband of 15 years and our three children. I work as an administrative assistant during the week. Now I get to add published author to my list of roles I play in life.

Being an author was not my first career choice. In my younger years I wanted to be a dancer, but dance lessons are expensive. I also wanted to be Dolly Parton from The Best Little Whore House in Texas. I could really belt out Itty Bitty Piss Ant Country Place, just ask my parents former neighbors.

After a slew of other interesting job choices, I just couldn’t shake the writing bug I picked up in high school. I started writing poetry and still write a poem whenever inspiration hits me. I also love to read, especially paranormal romances and urban fantasies. The love of reading is what spawned the desire to try my hand as writing a novel of my very own.

I love creating the characters and giving them their own personalities and voices. I have also come to enjoy writing fight scenes. The hubster (the wonderful man that he is) will act them out with me so I know exactly how I need to show it to the audience. Call us crazy if you like, but it’s really fun to act out a scene using a broom handle as a spear and a foam baseball bat as an axe.

Links for City of the Gods: The Descendant (Book 1)

Other Stories available by S.J. McMillan:

Visit S.J. online

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Book Feature - A Taste for Killing by H.K. Sterling

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Mystery and Romance blend together when competing detectives Carolyn Woods and Jack Heart are both hired to solve the murder of Pete Wallace, only to realize they are working the same case. To complicate things, Carolyn and Jack have an on again-off again relationship.

Then there is Evan Jones, a handsome architect— but he's also a suspect. Can Carolyn manage to solve the case as more and more murders pile up? Will her relationship with Jack hinder their investigations? And what about Evan Jones? He seems like the perfect man, but could he actually be the murderer? One thing is for sure: someone close to both Carolyn and Jack has A Taste For Killing.

He had six-pack abs, and I wanted to feel the carbonation. This one dressed like the stereotype of a construction worker, down to the handkerchief he used to wipe sweat off his forehead. I don't know if he or the hot day brought it out, but sweat poured off of me too. He had no interest in me as a person, though. I was invading his territory. Still, I enjoyed the view.

For my part, I knew my clothes looked crappy. I didn’t have to wear uniforms anymore, but my street clothes, well they were very—street. So there I stood, a turd in the sun in front of this Adonis. Oh well.

He pointed to a small trailer up a muddy hill. The supervisor I asked to see apparently stayed in there. Stayed, as in never left. Great. Mud. Now I'd be a dried turd in the sun. Adonis went back to digging and I started the trek up the hill. At least I came with boots. Steel toed.

Once I made it to the trailer, I heard an argument going on inside.

"Look, I don't care who you are. The plans are publically filed. Go get them yourself!" yelled someone.

Then I heard a voice I knew. Calm, cool, subversive. "Is there any reason you're being so difficult? A man did die on your watch."

An encounter I hadn’t planned on. Well, at least not until later tonight. I knocked loudly on the door and with my sweetest voice said, "Hello, boys. Am I interrupting something?"

"Great," groused the supervisor. "A party." He appeared to me like another stereotype, puffing on a cigar over a fat jowl line and rotund stomach that threatened to overturn the small desk he was behind. I guess there's a reason for stereotypes. He looked about four hamburgers away from a heart attack.

On a wooden chair in front of the supervisor sat Jack. A fellow independent detective, an ally at times, a competitor...and my on and off lover.

"Well, well, well," he said smiling, but I could tell he wasn’t happy to see me. Not here.

It meant we were both working the same case. "Hello, Carolyn. Who hired you?"


"Girlfriend," he answered back.

We stared at each other. Complications.

The supervisor didn’t give a damn and said to me, "Well, missy, I'll tell you the same thing I told this guy." He jerked his thumb around to Jack. "The plans are publically filed and that’s all I have to say about it."

I tried a different tactic. "That’s fine with me. I have no problem going downtown for a copy." I wore my practiced, saccharine smile. "But I wonder, could you tell me the name of the architect? Please?" I smiled again. God, this job sucks at times.

The supervisor sighed. "Jones, Evan Jones."

"Thank you so much," I said, smiling my best smile again. "I'll get out of the way and leave you two boys to...whatever you were doing."

I opened the door to go and started to shut it only to find Jack following me out.

"Sure, flash your tits and get what you want." Boy was he in a bad mood.

"There was no tit flashing in there. Face it, testosterone was not a good choice in that situation."

Jack's response: a grunt.

"Besides," I tried to placate him, "I didn’t get the plans either."

"No, you did one better."

"That's assuming the architect will have anything to do with me and cooperate." A thought occurred to me. "So are you going there too?"

"No, I might as well wait and see what you turn up. Besides, I have my own leads."

"Are you planning to share?" Just call me hopeful. As in full of shit, because that’s where hope always seemed to lead.

"No," he said, still grumpy.

"I see. So it's gonna be like that."

"I guess so."

 I felt like such a female. Damn. But I had to ask.

"Are we still on for tonight?"


I wasn’t convinced but didn’t push it. God, sometimes I hated myself. But we were good together—when it was good—when his competitive edge didn’t get the better of him. Though I was one to talk. I did the same thing at times. Hence our on and off status. But currently we were supposed to be on. So, I kept it light in the spirit of things to come.

"Okay, master detective, I'll leave you to your leads. See ya."

"See ya," he replied, already preoccupied, pondering a piece of paper he'd taken from his I made my way down the hill in my muddy boots.

Get it at Amazon || Breathless Press || ARe

About the author:
H.K. Sterling is an author with Breathless Press known for stories with imagination, intelligence, a kick, and twist endings. H.K. likes to focus her writing on suspense, science-fiction, shorts, and anything that is spicy and unexpected. Sometimes her writing may even go dark. H.K. lives in Virginia with her husband who graciously puts up with her passion for writing. H.K. currently has a Mystery/Thriller out: A Taste For Killing; and two short stories in the Breathless Press Anthology: My Bloody Valentine. Her new book, A Taste For Danger has just been accepted for publication and H.K will also soon publish a short-short titled Eyes Only. H.K.'s books are suitable for 18+.

Catch up with H.K. Sterling on the following media:
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Twitter: @HKSterling
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Monday, February 24, 2014

Cars and Editing, Cars and Editing

It's funny how when you don't drive for three weeks how strange it feels to get behind the wheel again. I mentioned before, my car had a lot of issues. Like, fix one thing, something else goes haywire. Literally, my father-in-law was bringing it to our house and a wheel bearing went out after the axle was replaced and the wheel seals in the rear. Surprise! You own a POS. She's back on the road today, hopefully for a while this time. At least it's not making that horrible grinding noise every time I turn and it stops way better than it did. I choose to believe it's all downhill now.

Since I finished Reclaiming Her Heart (that sentence is funny, haha), I've spent a good deal of time editing it. This weekend was no exception. It's amazing how many words I can use in the wrong order, or type twice in a row, or replace with a word that sounds the same, but means something different. If being wrong was an occupation, I'd be a billionaire. Couldn't sleep last night for the pinchy-burn of tendinitis in both wrists. Around 1 am, I finally had to get up and take some Tylenol. Sleep was off-and-on at best even once the pinchy-burn was gone. It's very close to the submission stage and as I make sure I'm following all the guidelines, I get to relive what a lovely feeling it is to submit. It's scary, people. Scary. It's like standing naked in front of your graduating class. I'm glad that never happened in real life. I'm sure I have nothing to worry about, but I worry all the same. I'm good at it, what can I say? As a result of editing, I've gotten very little writing done and what I wrote last night was far from gold. It'll get better, I know it will.

Just a heads up, this week I have not one, not two, but three--yes three--fabulous guest spots for you on the blog. It's a busy week, so keep your eyes peeled to discover new and wonderful books, okay?

I'll have news for you soon concerning The Wrong Brother's Bride, so keep your eyeballs peeled for that too.

It's Monday. You know what that means. Go, be, do.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Tweet, Tweet, Tweet (Please?)

Okeedokee, today we're doing things all backward and weird. Which is why I'm posting today. I have updates and reminders and I'm begging you to stop by my tour stops, and, you know, just throwing stuff out there.

I finished writing Reclaiming Her Heart. I think I mentioned that. I don't remember. So I'm ankles deep in edits (yeah, yeah, that should be eyeballs, but it's not), hoping to get it sent off to Lyrical by the middle of next month. It's not Hazel the Talking Robot's fault things are going so slow. I mean, she's boring as a snail race, but she's way more exciting than Anna the Talking Robot was. At least she pronounces most words correctly. I thought I would enjoy a nice break from writing, get a little editing done, but alas, my fingers have been nudging the keys to write more than edit the last couple of days. It the siren song of something new, of course, but the good news is, every chapter I edit in RHH, the more I like the story. So there's that.

The other thing is: there are only 4 days left to vote at Cover Love for The Convict and the Cattleman. I get a free month of advertising if you vote for me and you have to admit, the cover is fantastic. Why wouldn't you vote for it? You can do so here: Cover Love Poll

Wildwood Spring is coming out in 8 days. That's right, just 8 days! You can help spread the word by sharing the pre-order link from Breathless Press. I really hope you're all taken in by the magical and odd world of Wildwood Manor. You can pre-order it here: Breathless Press

You can tweet about it too. I made it easy for you. Just copy and paste, my friends!

When they face their fears, they'll find the path to true love. Available for pre-order today!

and/or you can also copy and paste this:

Show The Convict & the Cattleman a little #coverlove

I also have room on my blog tour for Wildwood. So if you have an empty slot on your blog, would you considering sharing a little space with me for a day? I don't eat much and hardly take up any room. I'll send you everything you need. You can sign up here: Wildwood Spring Blog Tour.

It's that easy, kids. And you have my eternal gratitude, which is worth its weight in gold. Okay, poop, but goat poop, which can be used as fertilizer, so it's worth something. I mean, if you could sell enough goat poop, you'd probably make some money, which equals out to you have my eternal gratitude, which is worth something.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

February is in League with the Devil

It seems like February is not a good month for me to blog. February in general is a waste of time to me because everything that could possibly go wrong always does. I hate November because people I love died in November, but February always seems like it's out to get me. I'm short...and contain evil forces with which you can never contend. Mwahahahahaha.

Danilo Rizzuti/
Like, I don't have any nerves left, people. I'm done with nonsense and B.S. and even stuff that's not nonsense and B.S. The trouble starts with one thing--say the zipper broke in my favorite jacket, the one I planned to wear during the zombie apocalypse. I had to get a new coat. One that makes swishing sounds and will get me eaten within the first five minutes of zombie confrontation. It snowballs into my car is making a very, very bad noise when you turn it in either direction. Which snowballs into, guess what? The axle is broken and it needs to be replaced. Which snowballs into, guess what? The something something something is broken in the back wheels and the brakes don't work. Which snowballs into my husband has to drive me everywhere and he got a ticket for not having a back plate on his truck which is legal because of the type of plate he has, which snowballs into we drive around town trying to get the highway patrol to verify that, but he still has to go to court about it. Which snowballs into he now has a target on his back (I swear, if you get ONE ticket, the cops paint you with invisible paint and they ALL know to stop you), which snowballs into he got a speeding ticket this morning. Not to mention I'm trying to sign up for health care and...get one can verify me. I've lived at the same place almost my entire life with the exception of when I was very little, when I went to college and had a P.O. box there, and a couple of months after I got married we lived somewhere else before moving home. Nope, no one can verify that I live at the address I live at. They want me to send lots of information that could effectively fall into the wrong hands and get my identity stolen. Not that it's a great identity. I mean, there are probably a lot of people that could do better with it than I can. Today, I can't even get into my account on their website. They keep insisting my password is wrong, I keep insisting it's right and even when I try to type in the hints, they tell me they're wrong. I'm pretty sure I know my favorite pet, my first supervisor's name and when my parents got married.

Sweet mother of all things shiny.

It's just like, what else can go wrong? The more I try to relax, the worse things become until I'm about to drop everything and hide under my quilt until everyone can assure me there's no more stress.

Deep breath.

Repairs are underway on the car and it's not even going to cost more than the price of whatever is needed to fix the something something something that broke in the back wheels, which is around $28. At least the zombie attracting jacket is warm. My husband shouldn't have been speeding, but we're still fighting the one about the back plate. Oh, that should be exciting. Thank God the court date isn't until April. The health care thing...I don't know how to fix that. Place my trust in the government and pray to God it all works out. Don't make me laugh, because I'll probably dissolve into tears.

For the rest of the month, can everything just run smoothly? Shh, no loud noises or sudden movements. You'll wake February and it will turn its wrath on me.

Friday, February 14, 2014

The Friday Five - Valentine's Day, Someone Get Me A Cupcake

No, really. Cupcake. Now.

Okay, well, if you're not going to cooperate, I guess we'll have to move on. This isn't a government holiday, which is a real pity. What's even more of a pity is that some kids in school are going to participate in parties where they'll no doubt get candy...and I have none. Which brings me back to that cupcake. Damn, I really want a cupcake.

For your reading pleasure, Valentine's Day facts. Hopefully I'm not repeating these from other years. Just pretend like they're new if you see something familiar, okay?

1) There will be enough roses bought this year to circle the Earth 3.8 times. Damn, y'all, that's a lot of flowers.

2) 127 million pounds of candy (equivalent to the weight 6 Eiffel Towers) will be sold. You can bring it to my house.

3) Valentine is the patron saint of beekeeping, epilepsy, traveling, fainting, and of course, marriages and couples. His skull is on display in Rome and other bits of his skeleton are in Ireland, Scotland, England, the Czech, and France. So...Valentine's Day is kind of like Halloween too.

4) Prior to a poem Chaucer wrote in 1375, there was no mention of romantic celebrations in history. The poem states February 14 as Valentine's Day, when birds and humans find mates. The poem is called Parliament of Foules.

5) A love knot is the symbol of undying love. It has no beginning and no end. Or you know, you could just buy a ring. "Now place the ring on his hand. A ring is like a circle, it goes on forever. It's not like a triangle, triangle have corners. It's like a circle."* *Bonus points if you can name the movie.** **Bonus points don't qualify as real points and therefor earn you nothing.

Okay, just a couple reminders to go over before I let you go.

1) The Convict and the Cattleman is up for Best Cover at Cover Love. Vote for it here. Voting goes until February 24, so it's kind of important for you to click every day that you can.*bats eyelashes* Pretty please?

2) You can pre-order Wildwood Spring from Breathless Press by clicking here. It'll be delivered to you on February 28th. I promise, you'll find something to stir your feelings in this semi-Beauty and the Beast-ish tale.

Happy Valentine's Day, kids.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Book Feature & Giveaway - Phantom Lover by Tamaria Soana

I’m here to tell you about my newest release Phantom Lover. The idea for Phantom Lover came to me one day last year while I was driving and Sweet Dreams by BeyoncĂ© came on. I couldn’t get the idea out of a phantom lover of sorts out of my end, so I began to hash out the story.


Can true love transcend life and death?

Olivia Shaw-Clayton’s life revolves around her job ever since her husband was killed eight months ago in Iraq. She slaves away at her desk in hopes of numbing the pain of her loss and the guilt of longing to fall asleep once again to be joined by her phantom lover.

Phantom Lover is erotic short story with a paranormal twist!

Read an Except:
Olivia was out waiting for her friends at Vipers after work, when in walked the most gorgeous man that she’d ever seen wearing an Army uniform. He was tall and built like a god. She watched as he took off his coat and placed it over his shoulder. She licked her lips at the sight of him in a t-shirt. His huge arms were covered in tattoos. She knew she was staring, but couldn’t tear her eyes off of him. Finally, she turned away and took a sip of her almost empty drink.

When she looked up again, she found the most amazing hazel eyes gazing at her. She thought her heart was going to stop right there. He smiled and began to walk toward her.

“Hello, my name is Aaron Clayton and I was wondering if you’d do me the honor of having a drink with me?” He extended his hand.

Olivia bit her lower lip and took his hand in hers. He smelled just as good as he looked. It was a mix of amber, musk, and spice.

“Hi,” she finally sputtered out as he brought the top of her hand toward his mouth. She cleared her throat. “My name is Olivia.”

“Nice to meet you, Olivia.” His smoldering eyes never left hers as he placed a gentle kiss on top of her hand.

Her heart fluttered and a warm jolt rushed through her body. A feeling she’d never had before. All her senses seemed at that moment to be on fire. All she could think, smell or breathe was this stranger that stood in front of her. She cleared her throat again, in hopes of snapping herself out of the trance she was in. “I’m meeting my friends, but I’m early, so a drink sounds great.”

He smiled. My friends are in the back playing pool, but they can wait.” He winked. “What are you drinking?”

“Gin and tonic, please.”

He leaned toward her. “I’ll be right back,” he whispered in her ear.

A shiver went down her spine and her stomach fluttered as she watched him walk toward the bar. By God his ass is fine! Her mind swirled with all the things she would like to do to that body. Get a grip. Olivia. You just met him and you already want to jump his bones. Olivia looked around the bar and noticed that most of the girls’ eyes were on Aaron. Jealousy spiked through her veins but at the same time she felt a little smug that he'd walked up to her. Now all she needed to do was figure out how to get to know him better. If she had her way she would be underneath him by the end of the night.

“Here you go,” he said as he handed her a drink. “So, Olivia, tell me about yourself?”

She quickly glanced around at all the other females glaring at her and a large smirk crossed her lips. Ladies, eat your heart out! He’s talking to me. She quickly focused her attention on the god in front her, smiling at her with the sexiest dimples she’d ever seen, and she melted.

Buy Links: Crimson Frost Books || Amazon

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A Little About Me:
Tamaria Soana is middle aged, but just feels her life has begun. She writes sexy contemporary romance stories that always end with a ‘happily ever after’. Growing up she loved to read and make up new places in her head to escape to. In her late teens she began writing short stories and poetry; it wasn’t until her late thirties before she began to spin a full story.

She’s married and a stay-at-home-mom of two beautiful young girls, they reside in Western New York. Cuddling up with a good book under an electric throw is her way to escape the cold Buffalo nights. Besides writing, she co-owns Shades of Rose Marketing and hosts a talk show on Talkshoe called Live with Tamaria ~ Giving authors a voice.

Where You Can Find Me:
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Monday, February 10, 2014

Hearts On Fire Blog Hop & Giveaway

Happy Valentines Day, girls and boys!

Little Cupids, hearts, confetti, champagne, (most importantly) chocolate, and all that good stuff. I hope you're here for the Hearts On Fire Valentines Blog Hop! Woohoo!

Just for fun, how about a Top 10 List of my favorite romance movies. You know, the ones that get your heart racing and blood pumping and you hope and pray and cheer when your favorite heroes and heroines get together.

1. Overboard (1987) with Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell
2. Pretty Woman (1990) with Julia Roberts and Richard Gere
3. Fool's Gold (2008) with Kate Hudson and Matthew McConaughey
4. The Notebook (2004) with Rachel McAdams and Ryan Gosling
5. The Proposal (2009) with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds
6. 50 First Dates (2004) with Drew Barrymore and Adam Sandler
7. How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days (2003) with Kate Hudson and Matthew McConaughey
8. Just Go With It (2011) with Jennifer Aniston and Adam Sandler
9. Alex and Emma (2003) with Kate Hudson and Luke Wilson
10. Hitch (2005) with Eva Mendes and Will Smith

Most of those are rom coms and packed with laughs. Even The Notebook has it's moments!

February is not my favorite month ever, but it does mean we're that much closer to spring, so I'll take it. It's long been known as the month of love, so it's a great time for romance authors to hawk our wares.

I'm really thrilled that I had a book come out in January and one coming out at the end of the month to hug Valentines Day. This month is also the official anniversary of when I started writing one of those books. The Convict and the Cattleman was my first serious historical romance. It's the story of an Irishwoman sent to Australia because she attempted to steal and a grazier looking for a nursemaid to care for his niece. The unlikely pair begin to fall in love, but outside forces try to tear them apart. This story means a lot to me because it was my first serious attempt at a novel and it marks how far I've come in five years.

The other book is also a historical romance. It's set in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, which is a really romantic town, if you've never visited. My husband and I honeymooned there 900 er, nine years ago this June. Wildwood Spring is about a woman searching for a miracle to save her mother. She takes a chance, going to a house outside the town where it's rumored the reclusive owner hides a spring that can cure any illness. The owner is a reclusive man who was brought up not to trust outsiders, but he can't resist her charm. When the miracle fails, she returns to the manor house and the owner takes her in. They fall in love, but they both have troubling pasts that could ruin their future together.

You can get The Convict and the Cattleman at Amazon. Stay tuned for updates for Wildwood Spring's release on February 28!

So here's the really fun part (reading is fun, but winning is awesome sauce!): I'm giving away this sweet little necklace because it fits the themes of both releases. The tagline for The Convict and the Cattleman is 'His love is the key to her release' and in Wildwood Spring, the heroine wears a key on a chain around her neck because it's part of her mysterious past.

So I hunted and searched and found this little gem for you. All you have to do to win is leave a comment and be sure to include your e-mail address so I can send an e-mail if you win. It probably wouldn't hurt if you liked my Facebook page or followed me on Twitter, because I like that sort of thing. *wink, wink*

You have chances to win other great prizes as well from the hostesses of the blog hop. If you visit Close Encounters with the Night Kind, you can find the other authors participating in the hop.

Happy Valentines Day! I hope your silk stockings are filled with chocolate.

Enter for the grand prize:
Gorgeous heart pendant with a 20 carat lab ruby and 14k gold chain PLUS signed paperbacks from each author  - entire series by Victoria and Kym.
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