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Wednesday, October 5, 2016
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
An Alaska #RomanticTravel & #Excerpt from Staking a Claim @DevonMcKay2014
My romantic getaway
would be Alaska. I lived there for 27 years and have yet to find a more
beautiful place, which is one of the reasons I wrote Staking A Claim.
~ Devon McKay
Staking A Claim
Blurb:
For most
people, seeing Alaska is a dream come true. For Miami Beach resident, Samantha
Held, it is merely a job assignment. Creating an advertisement for vacationing
in the state gets her one step closer to achieving her career goal—partnership
in Kolinsky’s Advertisement Agency.
Blake
Langford is not willing to accept any exploitation of his beloved state, no
matter how desirable the striking, southern blonde bombshell with fiery green
eyes is, and he’s determined to sabotage Sam’s goal in every way. Falling in
love with the enemy, however, was never part of the plan.
Excerpt:
Fuming,
Sam held his gaze as she considered his offer. She couldn’t
have asked for a better opportunity to be dropped into her lap. She could learn
everything she needed to know about Alaska and have a handsome, but
overly protective, guide of the state to show her. Not to mention what his
knowledge could do for the brochure.
It would also mean more time in his
temperamental company.
Sam considered her options. She had gotten
lucky finding Carlton Landing, but what about locating her elusive hotel? As
proven last night, it was more than evident she couldn’t even read a map
correctly. So, what real choice did she have?
She pictured her new office…the view of
the ocean…the partnership. She was willing to take the chance. Besides, she’d
never been the kind of girl who shied away from a challenge. Hell, so far, her
life had been a series of challenges.
“It’s a deal.” Her voice came off cool and
professional despite the quickening of her heartbeat. She offered her hand to
shake on the agreement. “We haven’t officially met. Samantha Held. I go by
Sam.”
“Blake Langford.” He extended his,
grasping her hand and repeating the name she already knew by heart. He held
onto her grasp for a minute longer than necessary. “I go by Wolf.”
Again, the breathtaking grin resurfaced,
and an odd pulsation spiked through Sam, leaving her insides quivering like a
bowl of gelatin as she second guessed her decision.
What kind of fool makes a deal with a man
called Wolf?
Book Purchase Link(s):
Author Bio:
Devon McKay writes contemporary romance with a western
flair. If she's not writing, she's busy with chores on her small ranch, working
on a stained glass project or walking one of her three dogs through the woods.
Her greatest joy is putting a smile on a readers face and hearing from fans.
Author Links: http://devonmckay.weebly.com/
Author Links: http://devonmckay.weebly.com/
dev.mckay@yahoo.com
Thanks for sharing,
Tina
Monday, October 3, 2016
Till Life Do Us Part by Carmen Stefanescu and #RomanticTravel to Romania
Fall #Romantic
Travel
It’s true that Romania, my country, is the homeland of Count Dracula, the infamous
vampire, but when you visit the country in autumn you are not only going to
enjoy its imagery of medieval castles but also spectacular views of autumn’s
finest foliage.
You can enjoy
romantic walks in leafy parks dusted with crunchy auburn, red and gold leaves.
Or visit the rural areas for a rustic experience and
fill your lungs with the strong, fresh air in the mountains. It’s also hard not
to feel starry-eyed among the rolling hills and fragrant vines of wine regions.
And what place can be more suitable for rekindling
the sparks of love than a visit at The Gate of the Kiss that features a kiss
motif on the gate pillars?
Till Life Do Us Part
Blurb
Barbara
Heyer can hear voices of dead people. They whisper of their deaths, seek
comfort for those left behind, and occasionally even warn her about future
events. But when Barbara’s brother, Colin, is accused of murder, it will take
more than her gift to prove his innocence.
Becoming
smitten with the handsome investigator, Detective Patrick Fischer, is a serious
complication given his assignment to her brother’s case. Barbara senses there
is something far deeper—and perhaps much older—than the surface attraction
between them. Could that be why she’s visited by a mysterious woman named Emma
in her dreams? Could past life regression tie all the seemingly unconnected
events together?
Barbara
and Patrick must overcome heartache to find the truth to save Colin, and
perhaps themselves.
Excerpt
Patrick
poured the bubbly liquid into the glasses. He offered one to Barbara and raised
his.
“To
the undercover, paranormal investigator, Barbara.” He smiled and touched his
glass to hers, looking straight into her eyes.
“To
you, too, Patrick, Detective Fischer. If it hadn’t been for your determination to find
out the truth, many families wouldn’t have had the small consolation to see
their relatives’ murderers behind bars.” She took a sip of the champagne.
“There’s
something else I’d like to tell you,” Patrick said. He cleared his throat and
took one of her hands in his. “It’s something that I wanted to tell you... to
ask you for a while, but it never seemed the right moment.”
She
heard the tremor in his voice and was sure what was to come. Yet, she didn’t
want to make it easier for him. She saw it in his eyes, felt it in the touch of
his hands. He was in love with her as she was with him.
“So,
as I was saying... I want to ask you if—”
The
telephone rang again, cutting like a steel blade through the thick emotional
atmosphere surrounding them.
“Oh,
not again.” Barbara rolled her eyes upward and headed to the bloody thing. She
picked up the receiver and said in a voice that sounded a bit irritated, “Yes.
What? Who? Yes, one moment, please.” She turned to Patrick, “It’s for you. An
emergency, it seems.”
Patrick
grabbed the phone, “Yes, Fisher here. What? When? I’m on my way,” he said and
put down the receiver.
“I’m
sorry, Barbara. There’s an emergency, indeed. Bruce has been injured. He’s in
the hospital right now.”
“Oh,
goodness. Is it bad?”
“I’ve
no idea. They didn’t say. I’m going there. Sorry I spoiled the evening.”
“No
need for apology, Patrick,” Barbara replied hiding her disappointment. “Duty
comes first in your job, I know.”
“I’ll
call you. Soon. There was something important I wanted to tell... to ask you.
Goodnight, Barbara,” he said and kissed
her hand affectionately. He hurried outside.
Barbara
stood in the middle of the room. It looked empty and cold without him. She took
the bottle of champagne, pushed the cork back into it, then went to the kitchen
and put it in the fridge.
Moments
later, she returned to the living room. With a reflexive gesture she picked up
the packet of cigarettes Patrick had forgotten on the table. She weighed them
in her hand for a moment and smiling, opened a drawer of the bookshelf and
placed the cigarettes inside. She took her book from the bookshelf and sat on
the couch, enveloped by the faint smell of aftershave left behind by Patrick.
Jack
stretched, then came to Barbara and curled up in her lap.
“Yes,
Jack. It is like that. It’s always been like that. Just you and me.” She sighed
and opened the book. She failed to notice a faint light hovering outside the
window.
Author
Bio
Carmen Stefanescu
resides in Romania, the native country of the infamous vampire Count Dracula,
but where, for about 50 years of communist dictatorship, just speaking about
God, faith, reincarnation or paranormal phenomena could have led someone to
great trouble - the psychiatric hospital if not to prison.
High school teacher
of English and German in her native country, and mother of two daughters,
Carmen Stefanescu survived the grim years of oppression, by escaping in a
parallel world that of the books.
Several of her
poems were successfully published in a collection of Contemporary English
Poems, Muse Whispers vol.1 and Muse Whispers vol.2 by Midnight Edition
Publication, in 2001 and 2002.
Her first novel, Shadows of the Past, was released
in 2012 by Wild Child Publishing, USA.
Carmen joined the volunteer
staff at Marketing For Romance Writers Author blog and is the coordinator of
#Thursday13 posts.
Other books by Carmen Stefanescu:
Shadows
of the Past – paranormal/light romance/light
historical/light mystery
You
can stalk the author here:
Trailer for Till Life Do Us Part: https://youtu.be/UbuntlWISc0
Buy
Links:
Short URL for Amazon: https://goo.gl/H0dqkb
B&N http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/till-life-do-us-part-carmen-stefanescu/1123896837?ean=9781625263858
Thanks for sharing. Those are some beautiful pictures,
Tina
Sunday, October 2, 2016
Fall #RomanticTravel with Linda McLaughlin #romance #excerpt
Fall #RomanticTravel:
Quebec
Quebec is
one of the most romantic cities in North America, seeming more European than
NorthAmerican. It’s also one of the settings I used in my French & Indian
War-set historical romance, Rogue’s
Hostage. When I was writing the book, my husband and I took a vacation to
Quebec Province so I could do some research. We started in Montreal, where I
managed to figure out how to navigate the Metro using my college French.
After a few
days exploring Montreal, we took the train to Quebec, and I fell in love with
the charming old city, though I had to keep reminding myself that the setting in
my book was the previous city, the one that was destroyed by the British
shelling. I was particularly interested in visiting Notre Dame des Victoires,
the small church in Lower Town which was destroyed in the shelling, but
later rebuilt in the same style. In the book, Mara seeks comfort inside this
lovely little church.
Since I
wanted to stay in the old part of the city, I booked us a room at Chateau
Frontenac, the venerable Canadian Railway hotel. Picturesque setting, but we
were pretty sure they gave us the smallest room in the place! Instead of a view
looking out toward the river, our window looked down onto an alley. Ah, well,
we didn't spend much time in the room anyway. We were far more interested in
wandering the winding streets, taking pictures of the old houses and the fort
and battlefield.
On the last
day we took a boat ride on the St. Lawrence for spectacular views of the city
and countryside. What a beautiful area! I'd love to go back some day.
(Note: I
took this trip back in the pre-digital photography days so any photos are from
my Art Explosion CD collection or DepositPhotos.com.)
Rogue’s
Hostage
By Linda
McLaughlin
Historical
Romance
Blurb:
His hostage...
In 1758 the
Pennsylvania frontier is wild, primitive and dangerous, where safety often lies
at the end of a gun. Mara Dupré's life crumbles when a French and Indian war
party attacks her cabin, kills her husband, and takes her captive. Marching
through the wilderness strengthens her resolve to flee, but she doesn't count
on her captor teaching her the meaning of courage and the tempting call of
desire.
Her destiny...
French
lieutenant Jacques Corbeau's desire for his captive threatens what little honor
he has left. But when Mara desperately
offers herself to him in exchange for her freedom, he finds the strength to
refuse and reclaims his lost self-respect. As the shadows of his past catch up
to him, Jacques realizes that Mara, despite the odds, is the one true key to
reclaiming his soul and banishing his past misdeeds forever.
Buy Links:
Available at Amazon, All Romance eBooks,Barnes & Noble, iBooks, and Kobo.
Excerpt:
Note: In this excerpt, Mara meets Jacques’s
aristocratic half-brother.
Mara soon fell in love with Quebec. During her first three
weeks there, she took every opportunity to explore the town. She peeked into
shop windows, listened in on conversations, and absorbed all the sights,
sounds, and smells of a city.
She climbed the rutted, muddy road to Upper Town and happily
wandered the streets, enjoying the pale sun that peeked between the tall
buildings and around the church spires that seemed to reach right to heaven. At
last she had found her way back to civilization.
She smiled at passersby, most of whom looked at her askance.
She could not blame them, knowing that in her worn linsey-woolsey she must
appear the lowliest of peasants. If only she had a new dress. Perhaps when she
finished working off her captivity Jacques would pay her real wages, enough to
buy material for a gown. Her fingers itched to take up needle and thread again.
She passed by the Ursuline Convent and stopped to stare.
What induced a young woman to enter into that kind of cloistered existence, to
vow never to marry? Not that marriage was so wonderful, but to voluntarily give
up any chance of having a child of one’s own, that she could not understand.
Since the weather had warmed up a little, green buds were
starting to appear on the trees lining the river. Occasional patches of snow
still dotted the cliffs, but spring was in the air, and as the earth awakened
from its winter sleep, so did her senses. All she had needed was hope. A person
could live indefinitely on hope, she decided.
Free. Soon she’d be
free.
Earlier that morning, the city had buzzed with excitement
when the sails of a ship were spotted upriver. When she returned to Lower Town,
she saw that a crowd had gathered at the docks to greet the arrivals. Several
high-ranking French officers were among the passengers. Mara gaped at their
fine, white, woolen uniforms.
The crowd called out to the shortest of the men.
“Bougainville, what news from France?”
The officer just grimaced and shook his head. Disappointed
murmurs swept through the onlookers, and they began to disperse. Ah, Mara
thought. The war must not be going well for the French. She smiled to herself,
trying to hide her satisfaction. Perhaps it would all be over soon and she
could return to Geneva.
She had started to head back to the tavern when her
attention was caught by the taller officer. He was slender, with gray eyes, and
there was something about him that seemed familiar. Puzzling.
He turned to a soldier in the crowd. “You, there. I am
looking for a particular officer. His name is Jacques Corbeau. Do you know him?”
As the
soldier shrugged and shook his head, Mara stepped forward. “Excuse me, sir. I
know where Lieutenant Corbeau can be found.”
Author bio:
Linda
McLaughlin grew up with a love of books and history, so it's only natural she
prefers writing historical romance. She loves transporting her readers into the
past where her characters learn that, in the journey of life, love is the
sweetest reward. Linda also writes steamy to erotic romance under the name
Lyndi Lamont, and is one half of the writing team of Lyn O'Farrell.
You can find
her online at http://lindalyndi.com
Twitter:
@Lyndi Lamont https://twitter.com/LyndiLamont
Thanks Linda for sharing. Now if I can only get to Quebec.
Tina
Thanks Linda for sharing. Now if I can only get to Quebec.
Tina
Saturday, October 1, 2016
A #99cents #sale on IT Exec's Baby by @AuthorTinaGayle #romance
The 1st book of the Executive Wives' Club is
99cents - Marketing Exec's Widow
Now
2nd book is on #Sale for #99cents
Brie Sullivan has a new baby girl and there are a million things to do, but Brie doesn’t have the energy to keep up. Why? She’s still grieving for her husband and suffering from baby blues, but she won’t let that stop her. She’s come up with the answer--find a new husband to be the father of her kids.
Jason Clark has been doing everything he can to help Brie. He loves her but can he accept her proposal of marriage knowing she’s not thinking clearly about the future?
Excerpt:
A tall silhouette stood behind the
glass panels framing the door. She paused, her hand resting on the doorknob.
“Who is it?”
“Brie, it’s me, Jason. Is
everything okay?”
Wonderful,
he wouldn’t stay long, not after everything that had happen during Isabella’s
birth. Then again, could she blame him?
She had clung to him as if he were a life line, becoming upset if he even stepped
away from the hospital bed.
A little voice sounded in her head.
Don’t invite him in.
She nodded her agreement. He didn’t
need to see the dirty dishes in the sink or the half-folded laundry in the
living room or that she hadn’t vacuumed in more than a week. She brushed back
her hair and then flipped the deadbolt.
Inching the door open, she peeked
through the crack at the son of one of the executives’ wives. Marianne had
requested her son help Brie, just handle a few small jobs around the house so
she wouldn’t have to. Thankfully, Jason had agreed. Now, he seemed to arrive
whenever she needed help.
The chilly night air touched her
cheek. Afraid he’d see her tears, she brushed her hands quickly over her face
and rushed through her greeting. “Hey, Jason, we’re all fine, so you can just
head on home.”
“I’m in no hurry.” He edged
forward, his hand resting on the door. The gap widened. “I had a job at a house
down the street. They needed a toilet reseated. Only took a few minutes, so I
decided to stop by on the way home and see how you were doing.”
Brie blocked the door from swinging
open any further. She struggled for a way to deny him entrance. His mother was
one of her best friends. He coached her son’s little league baseball team, and
had stood beside her during the birth of her daughter.
“Jason, it’s really not a good
time. The house is a mess. The kids are in bed and well...” Her cordial manners
sent a bullet of guilt through her for being so impolite. She edged back a
step. The crack grew wider. “If you want to come inside, I guess I can rustle
you up something to eat.”
Yes, food,
the ever-ready gift of peace.
She’d hide in the kitchen, while he
rested in one of the recliners in the living room. Then once she had everything
ready, he’d eat, leave, end of story. He’d head home, and all would be right
with the world. She frowned as he stepped across the threshold, but did she
really want to cook?
Purchase ebook at:
Smashwords | B&N | Kobo | Apple | At Amazon (worldwide link) 
Thanks everyone for your support
Tina
Friday, September 30, 2016
#RomanticTravel Lake George, #NewYork and #Excerpt A Taming Season by @GemWriter
Thanks
for hosting me for the Fall #RomanticTravel Exchange.
One of
my favorite places for a romantic vacation is Lake George, N.Y. My family used
to vacation there every summer when I was growing up, and my husband and I have
continued the tradition. Which is why I’ve set the first Love at Lake George
Novel, A Taming Season, right there!
A Taming Season: A Love at Lake
George Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Buy Link: http://amzn.to/1UwbK9d
Book Trailer: http://bit.ly/1RCcQeU
Blurb:
Before she can move on, help other women, Zoe needs to heal
herself. Her Cinderella life shattered three years ago one fateful night,
leaving her a young widow, scarred inside and out. In an attempt to reclaim her
life, bury her demons, and save her job, Zoe sets out for picturesque Lake
George to claim the treasured family cottage she recently inherited. The place
where she found happiness—before. Reboot, restore to an earlier time.
What she finds is a rundown shack.
The neighboring resort mogul, Jason Rolland, whisks in to her
rescue, insisting Zoe stay at his upscale Lakeview Lodge. The wealthy,
handsome, star of his own radio show, Jason's Lair, he's a terminal bachelor.
But Jason figures he might use the gifts God gave him to convince the sexy redheaded
stranger to give up the crumbling eye-sore next door. A challenge he’s
definitely up for. He’s been trying to buy the cabin—and demolish it—for years:
the last reminder of his own tragic, childhood memories.
Zoe can’t deny her attraction to the tall, dark-haired Jason
with his pool-water blue eyes. Definitely fling material—if she can just get
past those flashbacks from the night everything changed. And the knowledge that
when it comes to happy-ever-after, you usually don’t get a second chance. Hardly
possible with the Tiger of Jason’s Lair.
What Jason doesn’t figure on is Zoe’s charms melting his
emotional armor. But with his reputation, can he ever win her heart? Can a
tiger really change his stripes? Or will their pasts come back to bite them
both?
Excerpts
Even
from twenty feet away, Jason caught the flare of anger in Zoe’s eyes.
“So
you took her right of way and forced her out. Leaving her—and now me—with a
worthless piece of land.”
He
tipped back his head and squinted, studying her.
Not
such a soft, vulnerable little thing after all. This one has a streak of
wildcat, though quite ingeniously disguised.
“It’s
not exactly worthless.” He spat the four words out, one at a time. “And I
didn’t take Delia’s right of way, Ms. Anderson. I purchased it, fair and
legal.”
Zoe
stalked back, stopping inches away and glaring up at him. She folded her arms
across her chest. The action pushed her freckled cleavage into view.
He
couldn’t help it. He was a man, after all. His eyes sometimes had a mind all
their own. They strayed down toward those luscious looking, speckled mounds. He
also couldn’t help the corner of his mouth twitching, just once.
Yup.
Spotted mountain wildcat.
She
caught him. When he lifted his gaze, her gold-flecked, green eyes had darkened
to flint. She made a dangerous, guttural sound as her fisted hands dropped to
her sides.
“My
attorney,” she said, stomping past him, “will be the one to determine exactly
how fair and legal.”
Author Bio:
Claire writes emotional romance. Her heroes are hot, her
heroines strong and brave: a combination lighting the spark to fan the flames
of your most intense romantic fantasies. Claire's characters are human—they
make mistakes, get clumsy sometimes, and they're not too proud to laugh at
themselves and each other.
She writes in contemporary and paranormal romance, as well as
women’s fiction. Claire's books are like a thrill ride at a theme park. Whether
it's spooky-scary, angst-ridden relationships filled with gut-wrenching
turmoil, silly chuckle moments, or face-fanning sex, Claire guarantees to take
you on an emotionally intense romantic journey.
Links:
Thanks for sharing. Lake Charles sounds like a great place to visit,
Tina
Thursday, September 29, 2016
#RomanticTravel with @LindaOConnor98 and #Excerpt from Perfectly Unpredictable
Perfectly Unpredictable Blurb:
Falling
in love is Perfectly Unpredictable …
Kalia
Beck always dreamed of starting a family, living in a house with a white picket
fence, and finding her soul mate. Just not in that order. Kalia is coping with
an unplanned pregnancy when she learns the father has passed away. She soon
finds out that single parenthood isn’t easy, especially when the only thing
that soothes the baby is the guitar-playing of a reluctant and reclusive
next-door neighbor.
Mack
Challen, lead guitarist in a rock and roll band, knows it takes a village to
raise a child. He just doesn't think there's a village big enough to help “gay
momma” and her screaming baby.
Kalia
and Mack aren't looking for love and aren't ready for each other, but when the
future unfolds, it’s … Perfectly Unpredictable.
Perfectly
unpredictable moments touch your heart the most.
Buy link:
Bio
Linda
O’Connor started writing a few years ago when she needed a creative outlet
other than subtly rearranging the displays at HomeSense. It turns out she loves
writing romantic comedies and has a few more stories to tell. When not writing,
she’s a physician at an Urgent Care Clinic (well, even when she is writing
she’s a physician, and it shows up in her stories :D ). She hangs out at www.lindaoconnor.net.
Social Media:
Website: http://www.lindaoconnor.net
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LindaOConnorAuthor
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/LindaOConnor98
Amazon
Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Linda-OConnor/e/B00S7CNLEA
Blog: http://www.lindaoconnor.net/news-muse-and-interviews/
#RomanticTravel Idea – I visited Nice, France and
thought it was very romantic. Blue skies, beautiful beaches, palm trees swaying
in a warm breeze, and stunning landscape. Just gorgeous and very romantic.
Perfectly Unpredictable Excerpt
Kalia
pounded on her neighbor’s front door with her free hand. The other cradled a
screaming Mani. In the last fifteen days, except for the past three, the
neighbor had played his guitar from six until eight every night. And soothed
Mani. It was the only thing that worked to calm the colic. No amount of
rocking, walking, or singing worked to soothe the baby like fifteen minutes of
guitar music. It was faintly amazing and fairly irritating that Kalia had to
depend on the neighbor’s guitar playing.
He
was home. She knew he was home. There was a new car in the driveway, and she
could hear voices. So why wasn’t he answering the door? She pounded again.
The
door swung open, and Kalia yelped at the suddenness of it. Mani screamed
louder.
Mack
frowned at them. “What?” he asked tersely.
Kalia
groaned inwardly. It was the first time she had seen the neighbor close up. Six
foot two, short dark hair with a sexy scruff, broad shoulders in a dark
T-shirt, slim hips covered in worn sexy jeans, bare feet, and angry green eyes.
Great. Just what she needed. A pissed-off lifeline. “Hi. I live next door. I
need you to play guitar,” she said in a rush above Mani’s wailing.
“What?”
His eyebrows winged up, and he put his hands on his hips.
“Why
aren’t you playing guitar? You play guitar every night at this time.”
He
shook his head. “I have company.”
“Well,
you’re very good at guitar. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind listening to it for a
few minutes.” Mani screamed louder. Desperate, Kalia strode in, noting that the
layout to his home was the same as hers. Getting a fleeting impression of dark
colors and sparse furniture, she moved past him into the living room. “Hello,”
she said to the gorgeous brunette curled up on the dark leather sofa. “Would
you mind very much if . . . he,” she gestured vaguely, realizing that she
wasn’t sure of his name, “played guitar for a few minutes? Just a few minutes.
It won’t take long.”
Mack
followed her in. “Renee, this is my neighbor, half of the gay couple that lives
next door, and her screaming baby,” he said wryly.
Kalia’s
eyebrows shot up. “Yup, that’s me. The lesbian from next door,” she said with
some chagrin. Is that what the neighborhood thought? She was living under a rock. “And we just need a little guitar music if
you don’t mind.” She spied two guitars leaning on stands across the room and
waved in their direction. “Whichever works.” Time’s a wastin’.
Thank you for sharing. Nice is a place I'd love to visit,
Tina
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