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Book Hooks - A Look at The Wrong Brother's Bride

Marketing For Romance Writers does this cool thing every Wednesday where you can post 6-8 lines of your book, sign up on the linky list, and go around visiting other authors who are participating too. So let's hit it!

This week, the excerpt is from The Wrong Brother's Bride. August has just returned home to more startling news than his brother's death:

She gripped the sideboard, her knuckles as white as her face. “I’m pregnant.”

Loyal waited for August’s famous temper to reach boiling point. Making her announcement to him was worse than telling her father. Warmth crept up her face as August stared.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he digested her words. “Jeremiah’s?”

She grimaced. “There was never anyone else.”

After a tragic accident leaves Loyal Redfearn alone and pregnant, she writes to her deceased fiance's ne'er-do-well brother, August O'Dell. Her hope is he’ll help save her beloved home. What she doesn't expect from him is a proposal so soon on the hee…

Paws for the Cause

Hey, y'all.

Remember last week when I talked about PeeWee's hurt neck? I was really distraught the day we took him to the vet because I just knew they were going give me bad news. She thought it was a soft tissue injury and prescribed him some high-dollar pills right when I was on the verge of selling my soul to make sure he'd be all right, because he's only six (based on what the people at the shelter thought four years ago) and he's just a baby and I made him swear he would outlive me. He's okay now, obviously feeling the best he's felt in a long time, because holy moly, I can't get him to slow down. He was tearing back and forth across my mom's living room and terrorizing my brother's dog all weekend. He's better and I'm so, so glad.

Now let me introduce you to Billy Bob. I'm friends on FB with his brother Oliver J. Chin, who owns Donna Vardaros (you guys know why I say they own her, not the other way around, right?). Well, Billy …

The Little Things

Sometimes you have to be grateful for the little things in life. Like:

Doggy kisses.Significant other kisses.Shoes that are easy to slip on and off.A pen that works when you need it.Funny memes. I mention doggy kisses because last week PeeWee scared the ever-loving tar out of me by making horrible screeching sounds an animal of his size shouldn't ever make. Turns out he'd hurt his neck. One expensive vet visit later, he's doped up on some muscle relaxers and pain meds. And it's pretty funny. But I practically cried all the way to the vet's office because my furbaby was in awful pain and I was half expecting the diagnosis to be bad. Bad like, "we can't fix your dog". Fortunately, he seems to be recovering, acting like his usual goofy self.

Also, sometimes I look at my husband and I think, "I really love you". Like unfathomable amounts.
And I hate wearing shoes at work, so taking them off is nice.
And pens always come in handy.
And sometimes I …

Click Some Links, Do Some Things

First off: Good news!

I signed the contract with Samhain Publishing for Eban (The Heckmasters, Book 2) on Monday morning. I want to do the evil villain laugh every time I think about someone reading it, because it's so dark and yet at the heart, it's still a romance. I can't wait for you all to get your little hands on it. My editor said she stayed up late the night she read it because she couldn't put it down. I love reading those words. So look for Eban in April of 2015!


My former editor at Breathless is hosting a book giveaway of Wildwood Spring. You could win, all you have to do is enter! Go here to do that!


I'm looking for hosts for when Wystan (The Heckmaster, Book 1) comes out. You got a spot for me? I can guest blog, or send the stuff for a book feature, or if you have time, I can set you up with a copy to review. Just click here.

Now, it's Friday. Go, be, do.

Guest Post - Sharon Struth

From Daydream to Reality…Sort of.

I’d love to own a vineyard. Daydreaming, I’ll picture myself wandering vine-filled hills on a beautiful sunny day, inspecting the grapes, and choosing artistic labels for our latest Cabernet Sauvignon-Merlot blend. Later, I imagine I’ll greet visitors to my tasting room and pour them the samples from the fruits of my labor. Only reality shouts reminders that that owning a vineyard is hard work. Then I remember how I didn’t even want to empty last night’s clean dishwasher (do we ever?). And, Poof! The fantasy vanishes, but as a writer the idea of a novel about wine and vineyards seems within reach.

The result of my mental musings is my latest release, Share the Moon. A small town, a big lake, old secrets and ever-raw losses set the stage for this series set in beautiful rural northwestern Connecticut. Toss in the very charismatic Duncan Jamieson and set him against hometown gal Sophie Shaw, whose dreams of owning vineyard land are crushed by the handso…

This is a Story about How I Got Hit by a Car

Yeah, a car. Seriously.

It all started Friday night. Husband had been to a funeral--never fun--and was stressed out. For relief, we decided to go see Guardians of the Galaxy (yay!). We were traveling up an on ramp and I heard a noise. I decided to ignore it. Turns out, we had a flat.

My mom saved the day by coming to lend us her jack. It took a little while to change the tire, but husband successfully got the spare on. We proceeded to the movie theater in time to be highly amused by the movie. We went home. I forgot to call my mom and tell her we made it home okay, but we did and I spoke to her Saturday, so it's all good.

Saturday was the Shepherd Super Summer Cruise. You will frequently hear me refer to this as the Midnight Run, because that's what we called it when I was younger. Since it's supposed to start at midnight and all (it never does). We went down to my in-laws' and got the not so flat tire that went flat Friday evening repaired. Turns out the valve stem ha…

Friday Night Fun

Friday night, this happened:

We all managed to look magnificent and Wanda Kay Fittro had a badass fascinator. Ellen Harger was talking passersby up one side and down the other. She was a remarkable spokesperson. Me, well, it's hard to get two words out of me because strangers = scary. And Beth Carter was able to convince people to buy both her children's books and the six-word memoir she appears in.

It was an interesting night, to be sure. Turns out, people are surprised that we would give away anything free, like chapter excerpts and candy. That is so sad. And it seems very odd to post a sign saying "Free stuff here".

There was free candy on my section of the table. It stayed there until almost the end of the night. Then all but three bags magically disappeared. I think someone just came by and wiped them out. Bizarre.

I was exhausted after sitting there for about three hours. These author appearances are hard work, even if you're just sitting in a chair not re…