Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Guest Blast: Highland Shifters Paranormal Romance Boxed Set release!

Hi I'd like to welcome Lisa Carlisle. She has a story in the Highland Shifters: paranormal romance boxed set and the set already has multiple five star reviews!

HIGHLAND SHIFTERS: Paranormal Romance Boxed Set

Releases September 17th
12 scorching hot shifter romances for only $0.99!
LIMITED TIME ONLY! (REGULAR PRICE $9.99)
NO cliffhangers!

Find out what's under that kilt in this collection of steamy shapeshifter romances! NY Times and USA Today bestselling authors such as Selena Kitt, Michelle Fox, Tabitha Conall, Adriana Hunter and Liliana Rhodes offer stories featuring hot alpha shifters in kilts. Most of the 12 stories in the collection are brand new! 

Are you ready to peek under the plaid?
Her Scottish Alpha by Tabitha Conall: In the midst of trying to figure out their mating, Alpha werewolf Lachlan and dragon slayer Keira have to find Keira's missing sister, fight a war and save Lachlan's life.

Liulf by Victoria Danann: For two thousand years the Scotia werewolves have enjoyed the protection of the Fae Monarchy, but the world is changing and the tribe must adapt or face extinction. Or move.

Highland Wolf Pact by Selena Kitt: Englishwoman Sibyl Blackthorne escapes her arranged marriage to a cruel Scot only to find herself in the arms of something even more dangerous - and discovers only one wild heart can claim another.

Kiss the Dragon by Michelle Fox: A cursed dragon finds his maiden is already claimed by the future. If he can't save her, she can't save him.

By the Light of the Scottish Moon by Red Phoenix: Bryn, the pack leader, is so lost in his own pain he can't see beyond it. Freya is dying & has come home to Scotland.to say goodbye. Her fate lies in his hands - but to save her he must kill her.

The Highlander's Mate by Liliana Rhodes: Centuries after an ancient curse on his clan tore werewolf Bran MacCulloch away from his mate Ainsley Drummond, he catches her scent on the breeze. But how can it be her?

Highland Moon Rising by Sarah Makela: When wereleopard Caitlyn returns home to see her werewolf half-brother after he’s rescued from scientists, she’s imprisoned by the Pack. Will the Alpha who hungers for her be the protector she needs?

Knights of Stone by Lisa Carlisle: Gargoyles, tree witches, and shifters have divided their Scottish isle. When a witch breaches into another territory, she's tempted by a forbidden attraction that may affect the future for all.

The Zrakon's Curse by Linda Barlow: Sea dragon shifter Colin Malloch's need for a mate draws a woman from another world into grave danger. How can he keep her safe when his own brother demands her life?

To Tame a Highlander by Adriana Hunter: Curvy nurse Aspyn Montgomery's night takes a sudden turn when a patient she watched die suddenly turns up at her apartment desperately needing help. Can fated love triumph over the threat of war?

Roots and Fang by Skye Eagleday & Ripley Sage: When McKay takes a male Fae lover it triggers the deadly jealousy of the powerful Pooka shape-shifter the Fae abandoned. Can love conquer all when only one of you is human?

Midnight Hunt by Arial Burnz: As Broderick unravels the mystery of why Monika reminds him of his late wife, his quest for answers causes a chain of events, starting a witch hunt, dooming them both to the fiery stake of judgment.


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Monday, September 15, 2014

Guest Blast! Deals and Steals from Leigh Ellwood

Today we have a special guest blast from Leigh Ellwood about a fabulous sale this week! Check it out!

Deals and Steals From Leigh Ellwood!

Happy Autumn! Hope you're as excited as I am to see two of my books discounted to 99 CENTS at Amazon Kindle. Both are on sale this week only, so if you haven't read either/both this is a great time to get them. Truth or Dare was my first erotic romance and it spawned a nice series for me. It's usually $4.99 so this is a great deal! Love is Bliss is a duology of two paranormal romances in a newer series. Normally $2.99, it's a great deal, especially with a third story due soon.

New Releases Coming Soon

If you enjoyed my first Decadent Publishing 1Night Stand story, A Different Class, keep an eye out for A Class Act (M/M), which is newly contracted. A third story in the Love is Bliss series, Holiday Bliss (M/F), is due out this winter as part of a box set, and another M/M short (title TBA) is also coming at the end of the year. I'm excited to share these new stories with you!

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Finished and Next!

I sort of fell off the face of the web for a little while for the most part. I was trying to concentrate on finishing something I knew was this close to being completed. Well, it finally happened. I typed the end today on my Future Menage WIP. Woot! Days after I expected to finish it, but the last scene wasn't right.

I love writing those words, but it's not the end of the work. I'll need to come up with a title for it, because nothing's quite stuck or fit when I've tried possibilities. I will put it aside for a few days and work on other WIP in the meantime so I can look at it with fresh eyes. I know it needs work, but it's a first draft and first drafts are supposed to need work.

But the great thing is I get to start another WIP. Believe me this has been playing in my mind and it didn't make finishing the dang novella any easier. Which new idea to choose. Well, I studied my ideas and fleshed out plots and decided to move up something I'd been handwriting onto the typed WIP list. It's not close to finished, but the characters and story are active and it should be a fun write.

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Saturday, September 06, 2014

Guest Blog: Spotlight on Willow Smoke by Adriana Kraft

I'd like to welcome Adriana Kraft to the blog today to spotlight her latest book, Willow Smoke!


Spotlight on Willow Smoke by Adriana Kraft

Just released! Book Three in the Riders Up series by Adriana Kraft Willow-Smoke-eBook-web

Willow Smoke (Riders Up, Book Three)

September 1, 2014, B&B Publishing ISBN: 978-0-9907476-0-4 ASIN: B00N0DH13I Romantic Suspense Heat rating: three flames (explicit sex, m/f) Cover by Rebecca Poole Dreams2Media

BLURB

When the chips are down, there's nobody there. Willowy blond Daisy Matthews has survived the Chicago streets with this mantra but is unprepared for the much older Nick Underwood's urgent pursuit. The wealthy businessman receives a thoroughbred in payment for a bad debt and is thrust into Daisy's world. She teaches him about horse racing; he teaches her about love. When Daisy's seamy brother-in-law threatens Nick's safety, she doggedly tries to stop him by herself, but flees to the familiar streets when he attacks. Can Nick find her in time – and if he does, will she still want him?

REVIEW

Five stars at Goodreads “…dreams can become reality, love can transcend age… Exciting, engaging and very entertaining story. The character interplay is spot on and the story is extremely well written.” Donna H.

BUY LINK

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00N0DH13I

When the Chips are Down, There’s Nobody There

Daisy-PromoDaisy Matthews grew up on the streets of Chicago, and if she learned anything, it was that she could count on no one to help her, ever. She knows she has to tough it out, protect herself, and when necessary, protect anyone she cares about. All by herself. No one else will do it for her. Hubs and I have loved writing Daisy and her story. We first introduced her in Cassie’s Hope (Riders Up, Book One) – she’s the teenage waif in the group home where Cassie worked before she went back to training horses. We’ve known so many kids like her across our social service and academic careers. There’s a special kind of resilience that comes from growing up that way; kids who don’t develop it probably don’t make it, and we’ve known some of those, too. She doesn’t know who her father is. Her mother, who died of an overdose when Daisy was little, was a prostitute. Fortunately for Daisy, her rock-solid grandmother took her in, but that grandmother died when Daisy was eleven. Unadoptable for whatever reason, she ended up in a group home through her early teenage years, until Cassie and Clint Travers became her foster parents. We’ve dedicated this book to two of our ancestors who faced severe social stigma more than a century ago: my great grandfather, who was born to an unmarried teenage logging camp cook in the Pennsylvania mountains, and hubby’s great grandmother, a quarter-blood Cherokee in an era when the family tried to hide that information out of shame. Maybe we gave Daisy an extra boost when we paired her with a handsome wealthy hunk in his early forties, but we think she deserves a bang-up happy ending for her determination, grit, and courage in the face of present day social stigma. We hope you’ll agree.

EXCERPT

“I won’t let anything hurt you.” Daisy Matthews finished wrapping the ankles of the chestnut mare and sat back on her haunches to evaluate her work. The mare’s ankles were cooler than they had been two hours earlier. It wasn’t easy to convince a horse to stand in buckets of ice, but after three years of being a groom and an exercise rider, she could do it about as well as anybody at Arlington Park. At least that was what her boss said when he promoted her to assistant trainer. Daisy grinned. There wasn’t much prestige associated with being an assistant trainer for a fellow with a string of only twenty-some claimers and allowance horses, but it was something, particularly for a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. RainbowBlaze took a step forward. “I know.” Daisy groaned. “Step one: pay attention. Sorry, I got lost daydreaming.You’re right. Taking care of you is an important job.” She chuckled. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing.” “Hey kid, do you always talk to horses?” The horse reared and pawed. “It’s okay, girl.” Daisy kept her voice soft and ran her hand slowly along the mare’s neck. When the mare had stopped trembling, Daisy stepped out of the stall, shaded her eyes from the sun and faced the interloper. She scowled at the man’s new sneakers, monogrammed shirt and neatly pressed slacks. He looked liked he’d be more at home on a sailboat than in a barn.

Adriana TFOB March 2014ABOUT ADRIANA KRAFT

Adriana Kraft is the pen name for a husband/wife team writing sizzling romantic suspense and erotic romance. The award-winning pair has published over thirty romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. Romantic pairings include straight m/f, lesbian, bisexual, ménage and polyamory, in both contemporary and paranormal settings.

ADRIANA KRAFT ON THE WEB

Website: http://adrianakraft.com Blog: http://adrianakraft.com/blog

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Tuesday, September 02, 2014

Trying something new.

Last week, someone on one my loops sent out this link to a blog by Elizabeth Gilbert. It's a great read and I'd recommend reading the full article, but basically it's about focusing on one project without distractions or interruptions for only thirty minutes at a time.

I've also at some point read another writing article about a copy writer and his suggested work period length of around 33 minutes at a time. I don't have a link for that one, because I can't remember which article it was.

I decided to give it a try. What was the harm? It was 30 minutes or so and it couldn't hurt. I've been in a bit of a word count slump lately and any boost to the tiny numbers I've been putting on my chart would help. The plan was: set the timer, start it, type away until it goes off, take a short break as suggested and then try again.

I set my timer for 35 (an internet timer by the way not the kitchen timer there). Yes, I'm differing from the suggested time, but sometimes, it takes me a little while to catch where I left off and actually start typing. I gave myself a little cushion for think time.

I may be the last one to catch on to this, but woah, it's a great tool and it's having results. The first time I tried it was late in the work day and I cranked out about 1300 in around 45 minutes. That's the initial 35 I set the timer for and part of another one. That day, I got distracted with a spreadsheet I was filling out and stopped to put in something I'd thought of on it. Bad idea. I got sucked away from the story into filling in the spreadsheet. A necessary bit of work which still needs to be completed, but once I realized how good I did, I was kind of kicking myself. The number could have been higher

The next day I pounded out 3k over a few periods of 35 minutes a pop. It felt great. The smaller bites and enforced time limit gave me incentive to type, to produce something, whereas staring at the screen without a limit and only a vague word count expectancy frustrated me. The next two days were the weekend and I kind of fell off the 35 minute wagon. I rested and typed what I wanted. I started again tonight and so far over 2k. I hoping for 3k again, but I'll be happy with 2.

It has helped me gain a little more discipline lately. I've tried other methods which seem to work at first, but end up not fitting with my work style, but so far, it's going extremely well. I'm hoping the number count increases to a little more than 3k with more repetition and that I can make this a habit which sticks.

Happy Reading,

Rebecca

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Guest Blog-- Scultptor's Desire by Kerry Adrienne

Today, I'd like to welcome Kerry Adrienne to the blog. Her book Sculptor's Desire releases soon and she's also giving us a heads up on a great sale! Welcome Kerry!


To celebrate the release of Sculptor’s Desire, Artist’s Touch (book one in the series) will be on sale for 99cents from August 25-31.







Sculptor’s Desire by Kerry Adrienne releases August 27~


 Rocco Lazzaro is on a mission to find the perfect male body to sculpt. His inability to find “the one” has affected his creativity and he’s frustrated by his failure. With a Guild charity auction coming up, he’s expected to provide high quality sculptures, but the pieces he creates feel soulless.

When Devin, a yoga instructor, approaches him and offers to help, Rocco can’t quit thinking about the red-hot ginger. Devin’s New Age beliefs push Rocco away—he can’t deal with reality, much less mysticism. No auras and rainbows for Rocco—just stone and chisel and hammer.

 But Devin is persistent. He knows he’s supposed to help Rocco find his muse—and he’ll stop at nothing to show him that the line between art and skin is very thin and a true muse can provide inspiration in many ways.

This story contains hot, sexy artistic scenes of M/M interaction as our sculptor goes hands on in more ways than one.

A Romantica® gay erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave 

I'd love for you to add it to your TBR pile on Goodreads


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An Excerpt From: SCULPTOR’S DESIRE

Copyright © KERRY ADRIENNE, 2014 
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Rocco clutched the purple fliers and stared out at the busy park from his seat. He’d posted enough of the papers for the day, not that it mattered. He’d never had luck distributing them before—the responses had never lived up to his expectations. He set his backpack on the ground and leaned back against the wooden bench. Why bother? Not like the perfect man was going to walk up, pick up the flier and actually respond. Not in this lifetime.
He lowered the sunglasses over his eyes. The late afternoon sunlight didn’t thread through the full-summer trees in this part of Central Park, but his shades allowed him to “bulge watch” as the throngs of tourists and New Yorkers paid homage at the mosaic shrine to John Lennon. The circular black and white medallion with “Imagine” scripted across its center was a place of reverence. Disciples had outlined the medallion with a peace sign made of fresh-cut flowers, and tourists took turns posing and taking pictures in front of the makeshift altar.
Rocco scanned the visitors. The place was a people-watcher’s dream, and for a Monday, the crowd was huge. Summer in the city always brought the tourists in droves of asinine clothing and hats and noise. Still, he had hope he’d find the one he was looking for.
The man who’d make his dreams come true.
He set the fliers on the bench beside him, then picked up one purple sheet and folded it into a fan, carefully creasing each fold. He tried to breathe out the hot air, but no doubt about it, the June day was steaming. New York was a sweltering change from the Adirondack cabin where he’d spent most of his time in the last month. Still, he was happy to be back in the city—his second home. The cabin was great as a quiet place to work, even though it was small, but its remoteness made it impossible to people-watch and gain inspiration.
Rocco crimped the last crease. His apartment in one of the Guild’s brownstones felt like home away from home. The Guild’s large studio provided the best space he’d ever had to work—tons of light and plenty of quiet. And his guildmates were like brothers, always ready to support each other through any artistic struggle, though he supposed they too were growing tired of his search for a perfect man. No one had actually voiced it, but he felt a distinct difference in the tone of the conversation when he brought the search up in conversation. With the upcoming charity auction in October, most of the artists would be working overtime and even less inclined to listen to his plight.
He fanned himself with the folded flier. Nothing to see at the moment. Not a single possibility in the groups of people gathered in the small courtyard. He scanned the area. The top edge of the Dakota Apartments peeked over the trees and Rocco glanced over the rows of tightly curtained windows. He’d never been inside the lavish building, though he knew several Guild members had been to private parties there. Rocco had been invited many times but had always declined. Wealth and showmanship weren’t his thing. He preferred the simple life where nature set the style, not John Varvatos and Marc Jacobs.
Strawberry Fields was a prime tourist spot. Too bad today’s mob held few specimens worthy of a glance, much less a stare. I’d think the simple math odds would warrant at least a couple prospects. Add in summer shorts, and there should be at least a good bulge or two…
He glanced at the stack of fliers—about fifty of them left. He’d put up as many papers as he could around the park over the last hour. Who was he kidding? After years of searching, he might as well give up on finding the ideal male. He set the fan on the bench and shoved the stack of fliers into the front pocket of his backpack and zipped it up.
He’d held several open calls with no luck. Something inside him pushed him to keep looking, keep trying, no matter how many times he failed. The same something kept him awake at night and tore apart his thoughts during the day. He’d find what he was looking for and he wouldn’t stop until he did, no matter what it took. It didn’t matter if it cost him his friends, his guildmates, his sanity. That was art, wasn’t it?
“May I sit here?”
The soft, lilting voice wove through Rocco’s thoughts and he paused. He looked up and his breath caught in his throat when he saw where the voice originated. Broad shoulders and a flat abdomen encased in a perfectly tight white T-shirt. Tall, but not overly so. Blue jean shorts, snug. Red cropped hair that glistened gold at the tips and fell over in a lock of bangs. Rocco gazed from top to bottom and licked his dry lips. Red, white, blue, and all American.
“May I?” the man repeated.
“Sure.” Rocco fumbled with his pack and slid over to make room on the wooden park bench, pushing his folded fan behind him and out of the way so the stranger could sit down.
“Thanks,” the man said, dropping onto the bench.
No, thank you. But not so close. The vibrations of the man sitting raced through the wood of the bench into wood between Rocco’s legs. He swallowed hard, pushing back the anxiety. “No problem,” he said, half-whispering. He peeked then gazed down again. Finally, someone worth looking at. Only the man was so freaking near, Rocco felt as if he could feel the heat emanating from the man’s hotness.
Too close. No comfort.
The man scooted back on the bench and stretched out his legs. “Long day. I’m exhausted. Didn’t expect there to still be such a crowd here this time of day.” He blew out a long breath and closed his eyes.
Despite the heat, a shiver raced through Rocco and he eyed the fluid line of the man’s form. If he’d had a sketchpad, he’d do a quick gesture drawing of the long stroke of torso and limbs.
Not knowing what to say, Rocco turned away. A group of noisy teens descended on the mosaic like a swarm of bees, laughing and shouting and taking photos of themselves in stupid poses. Rocco blinked away the distraction and looked back to the man sitting beside him.
Not bad. “Yeah.” Hell, not bad at all. “It’s crowded.” He squeezed his thighs together to control his body’s reaction. Why couldn’t the man have chosen to sit on the other side of the path where Rocco could observe without having to talk?
“Such a loud crowd, at that.” The man opened his eyes and peered at the teen spectacle then shook his head. “They need to relax. Chill. You’d think they’d never been outside before.”
Rocco nodded and followed his gaze. A teen had picked up one of the flowers from the medallion and was tossing it into the air and catching it. “Tourists. New York can’t live with them, or without them.”
“Tourist?” The man asked. “Aren’t you? I can’t place that accent, so I assumed you were. Where are you from?”
“Italy.” Rocco sat up straight, trying to not be obvious in staring at the man’s muscular legs. He must be some kind of athlete. Was this man a candidate or had the hour of staring at subpar specimens clouded Rocco’s judgment? “Well, born in Italy, but I’ve lived in the city for several years. Many, actually. I consider myself a New Yorker now.”
“Ah, so Italian with some city dialect. Not a tourist. What’s your name?”
Rocco flipped his sunglasses up onto his head. “Rocco Lazzaro. Not a tourist.” He forced a smile. Meeting new people in person wasn’t something he was used to doing.
“But very Italian, I see. Nice to meet you, Rocco.” The man held his hand out. “I’m Devin Johansson. Also not a tourist. I live on the East Side.”
Rocco took Devin’s hand in his own and shook it firmly, aware that his own hand was clammy with anxiety. “Good to meet you too, Devin.”
Devin clamped down on Rocco’s fingers and held on. “Oh. You have working hands,” he whispered. He pulled Rocco’s hand closer and rubbed Rocco’s palm with long, soft fingers. “And your aura shows great creativity.” He looked up. “What is it you do?”
The teens moved on down the park path, giggling and talking loudly as they went. Rocco glanced over at them, trying to still the shudder that played along his arm as Devin rubbed his hand. A calm, warm feeling flowed up through his arm and into his chest. Even in the summer heat, the warmth felt good. Too good. Wait, what did he say? What the hell?
“My what? My aura?” Rocco yanked his hand away, immediately aware of the loss of warmth. Great. The first good-looking guy he’d met this week was a fruit loop New-Ager.


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Kerry writes about love in its many forms, and enjoys exploring the dynamics of relationships and the quandaries people get themselves into. She lives in suburbia, but is making plans to escape to the ocean and NYC, as both places hold a piece of her heart.

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Monday, August 25, 2014

Massive revisions and updates

I'm currently writing, well trying to get back into writing after a hiccup, but I've also pulled out an old manuscript that I'd put to the side. It's finished, but there was something a little off with it which kept me from submitting it. I knew it needed major work, but never could put my finger on what exactly needed to fixed so I let it sit.

Realizing what was holding back one of the characters in another project gave me a hint about what might be wrong with this manuscript. So I'm in the process of taking it apart ripping away the broken parts and putting it back together in a hopefully better arrangement.

At the moment, I've read through it again. It's been a long time since I've touched it so it was almost as if I was reading a new book. I was able to identify a few weak spots right off. Wrote them down on the legal pad I'm using for physical random notes and to do lists at the moment, although earlier in the month it would have been a spiral.

Cue heavy equipment and construction hats, because this is going to be ugly. The beginning almost completely gone. The heroine--getting a new attitude, new history, new way of life, new way to act because she was simply too nice, too accepting, too BLAND. And that will be the beginning. The heroes need a little roughing up--too nice and not enough character. The plot needs a little more conflict, both interpersonal and physical.

I also need to go over this and make sure I haven't reused the names, specifically group names, in other books written since then. I have a suspicion I've done this and I'll need to rename because this is not connected to any other story.

On the easier side of things, I'm making progress (even if it has been slower than I want lately) in all the WIP I've been working on, although I'm thinking of altering my schedule now. I'll leave it as it is for the moment while I give it more thought. I've even managed to get some hand writing done on the Bears WIP. Soon, I will share a snippet of the bears world.

Until next time,

Happy Reading