Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Join me over at Inspired Writers with @mehousdon

Join me today on Inspired Writers! I'm answering some fun questions about my writing!

Have completed the revisions on 7 chapters of my next book. My plan for the new year is to devote 6-8 hours to the revisions for the next two weeks. My goal is to have the book completed and ready for a final edit on January 21st!!!

Happy New Year!

Sunday, December 28, 2014

The Spice of Revision: The 1913 Webster's Dictionary by Keirsi from Pub Hub

There are many stages of the revision process.

1. Re-read your first draft and wonder what the hell you were smoking. Make sweeping changes, 
re-organize your manuscript, and eat some chocolate to recover from your trauma.

2. Get feedback. Drown in crushing self-doubt. Get a pep talk from a loved one. Go back to
 your manuscript and make a few more large changes to suit your well-meaning critics.

3. Probably get feedback again, or else lock yourself in a walled chamber and get food 
through a trap door on a plastic tray. Start fixing the pacing, dialogue, and sentence flow.

4. Give up on life after getting back a line-edited, change-tracked document from your
 most trusted compatriot. Have your faith in life re-invigorated by the realization that you
could die at any moment and wouldn't it be sad if you hadn't finished this book yet? 
Start fixing individual sentences. Seek out each phrase or word that just feels too plain or too cliché.

And that's when you hit the point I often do: what is another possible way I could say this? 

How can I pump up this ordinary description, this emotionless word, into something
that evokes the imagination of my reader, and pushes this manuscript to that 
next lofty level of awesome? 

Read the rest here at Pub Hub

I loved this post! I always find myself doing all these! Especially the drowing in self-doubt.
That's why I always keep chocolate in my house. 

I have been busy, creating my first newsletter, which goes out tomorrow. Congrats to
subscriber, JamesDean#1Fan, who won the fleur de lis necklace. 

I spent the weekend working on the final revisions of my next book. I had gotten behind due
to the holidays and now it is time to get this book done. My number one goal for the new 
year is to figure out a schedule and stick to it. That is much easier said than done!  If you 
have any tips, please pass them on. 

Happy New Year!!  

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Christmas Specials for Your Kindle!!!

Wishing everyone a wonderful Christmas Day!!! I hope you have a great day filled with lots of fun and special gifts!!

If you're looking to pick up a couple of bargains for your Kindle, here are a couple of deals:

What do you do when you’ve lost your job, your house, and your husband has run off with another woman? You have a yard sale to end all yard sales. Read “The Yard Sale” this Xmas holiday for free! http://amzn.to/Jmog8Z  It’s a bargain!! 
A dashing captain, a daring lady’s maid, a moonlit courtyard, and a story filled with romance and intrigue. Plus pralines, duels, the pirate Jean Lafitte, traitors, one devious villain, a lost boy, a stormy general, and a historic city on the brink of war....You can get all this for 99 cents today! 
TO SAVE A LADY, French Quarter Brides, Book One  http://amzn.to/1tz2HIq

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Free for the Holidays: The Yard Sale!

Wishing all my readers happy holidays! I hope you will download a free copy of my short story, The Yard Sale, and join Jennifer, Gail, and Buddy for one of the funniest sales ever.
Get your free copy from Dec 24-26. http://amzn.to/Jmog8Z
Here's Jennifer's tips for a great yard sale: 
Join Jennifer, Gail, and Buddy for an unforgettable and hilarious yard sale.
* Early Birds do arrive at dawn, so be ready.
* Stand up to Tightwads. Will you take less than a quarter?  Seriously.
* Show some love for Packrats because they'll buy anything.
* Try not to make a fool of yourself when Prince Charming arrives.
* Most importantly, realize some things have a value greater than money.

Monday, December 22, 2014

Writing In The Moment by Guest Blogger Emily Martens

I'm happy to welcome author Emily Martens (Right) to my blog today! She and her writing partner, Chelsey Colleen Hankins (Center), graduated from the American Academy of Dramatic Arts, and after working together as stunt performers for a Hollywood sword fighting team, co-writing a comedy webseries, and starting their own business as Public Relations Copywriters, they conjoined their mutual love of sweeping historical dramas and intimate, character-driven stories to create the fictional world of Eden, Mississippi. Unable to resist the song of the South, the writing duo currently resides in New Orleans, Louisiana where they are finishing their second and third series of novels together.

I really think that sword fighting stunt work is way cool!!! And they don't know how much I envy them living in New Orleans! 

Chelsey, a Mississippi native, has published multiple short stories including “Kadie” and “Battle Scars” featured in the bestselling Chicken Soup for the Soul series. Emily, hailing from a small Gold Rush town in California, published her first novel, The Shards of Morning in 2009. It was a finalist for both the International Book Awards and the Indie Excellence Awards.

They are working on a historical series set in Mississippi, Death of Eden, which is not one of those Old South Save-the-Plantation stories. Instead it is similar to what people consider a Western with a Robin Hood twist. 

Today, Emily is going to talk about their writing process and how they learned how to write in the moment during acting classes. 

Writing in the Moment

My writing partner, Chelsey, and I met at the acting conservatory program at the American Academy of Dramatic Arts. While attending AADA, we explored many different techniques to help us build a solid foundation as actors, but the thought line emphasized throughout the program was the concept of inhabiting the moment. Engaging in the give and take of a scene in a spontaneous, organic way is the central tenet that our training instilled in us. There is nothing more amazing or addictive. When we started working on Death of Eden, we decided to approach writing the way actors might approach building a performance in rehearsal. From our outlines we both knew where the scene was supposed to go, so we each took a character (or characters, depending) and one of us would write a line, then the other give a line back, responding in character. The scene grew and evolved from there, flowing with the unfolding emotions and organic responses. We worked the same way when it came time to turn script into book, using the lines as the skeleton over which to construct a full, fleshed-out novel.

This method of writing is an exciting, dynamic and sometimes dangerous process. As in life, you never know what might be coming next. Is it risky? You bet! But it gives the writing a sense of urgency and a new depth that would not be present with just one mind behind the words. We may end up having to rewrite an entire outline because of a rogue line from an impassioned character, but that’s what makes it so brilliant. There are always new discoveries to be made. At the end of it all, when we have put the period on that last sentence and completed that final edit, we are left with the most refined, perfected version of a story that is still grounded in the reality of the moment.

Since we began our journey a little under three years ago, we have completed eleven novels and a webseries utilizing this method. Death of Eden: Brotherhood (volume two of the five-book series) will be released soon after the New Year.


On the eve of the Civil War, with U.S. marshals at their backs, Jesse Locke and a band of outlaws led by the dauntless, unpredictable Jack Ross find themselves with no other choice but to seek sanctuary in Jesse’s former backwoods home. After being run out of town for murder seven years earlier, Jesse arrives to find his mother dead, his sister in the whore house and nothing at all as he left it. Having entrusted the survival of his family to his oldest friend, Hank Walker, Jesse sets out to put right the betrayal that has befallen in his absence. But with the gallows a misstep away and ravenous enemies closing in, Jesse finds himself thrown into a tempest of insatiable passions, corrupt justice and treacherous temptations that threaten to send him and everyone he loves into the grave.


In the wake of the thwarted execution, a ruthless U.S. Marshal has usurped justice in Eden. For Hank Walker, the world has turned upside down with the swing of a rope, yet in the midst of so much turbulence, the Deputy has one shining light, Jo Locke. Though the love of his life keeps her heart heavily guarded, a future once ripped away from him is now within his grasp. But as dark secrets begin to surface, Hank finds himself swept up in the middle of a bitter feud that promises to destroy everything caught in its path. Now, once again forced to walk the line between lawman and outlaw, Hank discovers that brotherhood isn't always defined by blood.

Website: http://www.deathofeden.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/deathofeden
(@EKMartens @ChelseyColleen)

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors Dec 21st: To Save A Lady #6

Welcome to this week's Weekend Writing Warriors where authors gather to share snippets from their stories. Glad you have joined in! 

My snippet is from To Save A Lady. It's a few lines from a scene with the hero, Jesse, and his cousin, Lt. Bonnard Reid. Bonnard has found out that Jesse has finally seen the heroine without her silver mask and so he inquires about her looks. Jesse and Bonnard's scenes together were some of my favorite to write because they were so much fun. 

“Did she have a plain face?” Bonnard asked.
Straightening the stiff collar of his coat, Jesse replied, “That is none of your business.”
“You know, beauty isn’t everything. A good heart matters more, or that’s what Mother always said about girls who were plain.”
“I never said she was plain.” Jesse buttoned his coat. “She is no more plain than an early morning sunrise or meadow covered with wildflowers.”
“Dear Lord, all we need is a violin.”

Thanks for stopping by!  You can find snippets by other writers at http://www.wewriwa.com/
Also many of the authors will have genre initials by their name to help readers find the genres they prefer.

GIVEAWAY: During this week in New Orleans, in 1814, the city had been placed under martial law by General Jackson. There were a lot of unhappy citizens, especially my troubled heroine, Elise, in To Save a Lady, who is worried about her mistress and their fate, plus she's had to promise Jesse she will tell him the truth about who she really is when he returns from Fort Saint John.  He returns on the 22nd of December and on December 23rd, he gives her a fleur de lis necklace in anticipation of a romantic night. (Of course, not all goes as planned.) I wanted to do a giveaway for my newsletter subscribers that was connected to the book for December and decided a fleur de lis necklace would be perfect! If you would like to be entered in the drawing, sign up for my newsletter, and don't worry, I only send out newsletters regarding new releases, sales, or contests.

Also you can read Chapter 1: To Save A Lady 

Who Wants to Become a Writer?

"Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it’s the answer to everything. … It’s the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus."
~Enid Bagnold

Today I am a guest on Barbara Bradley's blog! 

Friday, December 19, 2014

December Giveaway

During this week in New Orleans, in 1814, the city had been placed under martial law by General Jackson. There were a lot of unhappy citizens, especially my troubled heroine, Elise, in To Save a Lady, who is worried about her mistress and their fate, plus she's had to promise Jesse she will tell him the truth about who she really is when he returns from Fort Saint John.  He returns on the 22nd of December and on December 23rd, he gives her a fleur de lis necklace in anticipation of a romantic night. (Of course, not all goes as planned.)

I wanted to do a giveaway for my newsletter subscribers that was connected to the book for December and decided a fleur de lis necklace would be perfect! If you would like to be entered in the drawing, click newsletter and sign up. And don't worry, I only send out newsletters regarding new releases, sales, or contests.

Thanks so much for stopping by the blog today!! I wish you a safe and happy week as we approach Christmas Day.

To Save A Lady
A historic city on the brink of war provides the backdrop for a charming romance set in the French Quarter of New Orleans in December 1814 where a rugged army captain’s toughest battle becomes one of the heart when he falls for a French lady’s maid who is on a dangerous mission to save her mistress at any cost. 

Thursday, December 18, 2014

#Holiday Recipe: Jam-Filled Crescent Rolls and Giveaway from Kim Headlee

Jam-filled Crescent Rolls

  • 1 tube of pre-cut crescent roll dough
  • Your favorite jam(s)
  • Melted butter (optional)


  • Preheat oven as directed on the package for the type of baking sheet or pan you plan to use.
  • Open tube and unroll each triangle.
  • Spread a small amount of jam across the base of the triangle, no more than halfway toward the point. This is the tricky part, because the jam can ooze out and burn during baking.
  • Roll the triangle loosely and place on baking sheet.
  • Brush with a little melted butter (optional).
  • Repeat for the remaining triangles, leaving at least 2 inches between crescents.
  • Bake as directed on the package, and do not over-bake!
  • Cool before serving. The jam can get very hot.

They hailed her “Liberty,” but she was free only to obey—or die.
Betrayed by her father and sold as payment of a Roman tax debt to fight in Londinium’s arena, gladiatrix-slave Rhyddes feels like a wild beast in a gilded cage. Celtic warrior blood flows in her veins, but Roman masters own her body. She clings to her vow that no man shall claim her soul, though Marcus Calpurnius Aquila, son of the Roman governor, makes her yearn for a love she believes impossible.
Groomed to follow in his father’s footsteps and trapped in a politically advantageous betrothal, Aquila prefers the purity of combat on the amphitheater sands to the sinister intrigues of imperial politics, and the raw power and athletic grace of the flame-haired Libertas to the adoring deference of Rome’s noblewomen.
When a plot to overthrow Caesar ensnares them as pawns in the dark design, Aquila must choose between the Celtic slave who has won his heart and the empire to which they both owe allegiance. Knowing the opposite of obedience is death, the only liberty offered to any slave, Rhyddes must embrace her arena name—and the love of a man willing to sacrifice everything to forge a future with her.
TITLE – Liberty, second edition
AUTHOR – Kim Iverson Headlee
GENRE – Historical Romance (ancient Rome)
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 462 pages/118K words
PUBLISHER – Pendragon Cove Press
COVER ARTIST – Natasha Brown

AMAZON PAPERBACK – forthcoming

FINGERS CRAMPING AND shoulders aching from having wielded the pitchfork all day, Rhyddes ferch Rudd tossed another load of hay onto the wagon. Sweat trickled down her back, making the lash marks sting. Marks inflicted by her father, Rudd, the day before because eighteen summers of anguish had goaded her into speaking her mind.
Physical pain couldn’t compare with the ache wringing her heart.
She slid a glance toward the author of her mood. He stood a few paces away, leaning upon his pitchfork’s handle in the loaded wagon’s shade to escape the July heat as he conversed with her oldest brother, Eoghan. She couldn’t discern their words, but their camaraderie spoke volumes her envy didn’t want to hear.
Her father’s gaze met hers, and he lowered his eyebrows. “Back to work, Rhyddes!” On Rudd’s lips, her name sounded like an insult.
In a sense, it was.
Her name in the Celtic tongue meant “freedom,” but the horse hitched to the hay wagon enjoyed more freedom than she did. Her tribe, the Votadini, had been conquered by the thieving Romans, who demanded provisions for their troops, fodder for their mounts, women for their beds, and coin to fill the purses of every Roman who wasn’t a soldier.
If those conditions weren’t bad enough, for all the kindness her father had demonstrated during her first two decades, Rhyddes may as well have been born a slave.
She scooped up more hay. Resentment-fired anger sent wisps flying everywhere, much of it sailing over the wagon rather than landing upon it.
Hey, mind what you’re doing!”
Owen, her closest brother in age and in spirit, emerged from the wagon’s far side, hay prickling his hair and tunic like a porcupine. Rhyddes couldn’t suppress her laugh. “’Tis an improvement. Just wait till the village lasses see you.”
Village lasses, hah!” Sporting a wicked grin, Owen snatched up a golden fistful, flung it at her, and dived for her legs.
They landed in the fragrant hay and began vying for the upper hand, cackling like a pair of witless hens. When Owen thought he’d prevailed, Rhyddes twisted and rolled from underneath him. Her fresh welts stung, but she refused to let that deter her. He lost his balance and fell backward. She pounced, planting a knee on his chest and pinning his wrists to the ground over his head.
Victory’s sweetness lasted but a moment. Fingers dug into her shoulders, and she felt herself hauled to her feet and spun around. Owen’s face contorted to chagrin as he scrambled up.
Didn’t get enough of the lash yestermorn, eh, girl?” Rudd, his broad hands clamped around her upper arms, gave her a teeth-rattling shake.
When she didn’t respond, he released her and rounded on Owen. “As for you—”
Da, please, no!” Rhyddes stopped herself. Well she knew the futility of pleading with Rudd. Still, for Owen’s sake, she had to try. Her father’s scowl dared her to continue. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. “’Twas not Owen’s fault. I—” Sweat freshened the sting on her back, and she winced. “The fault is naught but mine.”
Aye, that I can well believe.” Rudd grasped each sibling by an arm and strode across the hayfield toward the family’s lodge. “Owen can watch you take his lashes as well as yours. We’ll see if that won’t mend his ways.” The thin linen of her ankle-length tunic failed to shield her from his fingers, which had to be leaving bruises. Rhyddes gritted her teeth. Rudd seemed disappointed. “I doubt anything in this world or the next will make you mend yours.”
You don’t want me to change. You’d lose your excuse to beat me.” Sheer impertinence, she knew, but she no longer cared.
I need no excuses, girl.”
The back of his hand collided with her cheek. Pain splintered into a thousand needles across her face. She reeled and dropped to her hands and knees, her hair obscuring her vision in a copper cascade. Hay pricked her palms. Owen would have helped her rise, but their father restrained him. Owen blistered the ground with his glare, not daring to direct it at Rudd for fear of earning the same punishment.
Not that Rhyddes could blame him.
Rudd yanked her up, cocked a fistand froze. “Raiders!”
Rhyddes whirled about. Picts were charging from the north to converge upon their settlement, the battle cries growing louder under the merciless afternoon sun. One of the storage buildings had already been set ablaze, its roof thatch marring the sky with thick black smoke.
Rudd shed his shock and sprinted for the living compound, calling his children by name to help him defend their home: Eoghan, Ian, Bloeddwyn, Arden, Dinas, Gwydion, Owen.
Every child except Rhyddes.
She ran to the wagon, unhitched the horse, found her pitchfork, scrambled onto the animal’s back, and kicked him into a jolting canter. The stench of smoke strengthened with each stride. Her mount pinned back his ears and wrestled her for control of the bit, but she bent the frightened horse to her will. She understood how he felt.
As they loped past the cow byre, a Pict leaped at them, knocking Rhyddes from the horse’s back. The ground jarred the pitchfork from her grasp. The horse galloped toward the pastures as Rhyddes fumbled for her dagger. Although her brothers had taught her how to wield it in a fight, until now she’d used it only to ease dying animals from this world.
But the accursed blade wouldn’t come free of the hilt.
Sword aloft, the Pict closed on her.
Time distorted, assaulting Rhyddes with her attacker’s every detail: lime-spiked hair, weird blue symbols smothering the face and arms, long sharp sword, ebony leather boots and leggings, breastplate tooled to fit female curves . . .
The warrior-woman’s sword began its descent.
From the corner of her eye Rhyddes saw her pitchfork. Grunting, she rolled toward it, praying to avoid her attacker’s blow.
Her left arm stung where the sword grazed it, but she snagged her pitchfork and scrambled to her feet. Unexpected eagerness flooded her veins.
As the Pict freed her weapon from where it had embedded in the ground, Rhyddes aimed the pitchfork and lunged. The tines hooked the warrior-woman’s sword, and Rhyddes twisted with all her strength. The Pict yelped as the sword ripped from her hand to go flying over the sty’s fence. Squealing in alarm, the sow lumbered for cover, trying to wedge her bulk under the trough.
With a savage scream, the warrior-woman whipped out a dagger and charged. Rhyddes reversed the pitchfork and jammed its butt into the Pict’s gut, under the breastplate’s bottom edge, robbing her of breath. She reversed it again and caught the raider under the chin with the pitchfork’s tines. As the woman staggered backward, flailing her arms and flashing the red punctures that marred her white neck, Rhyddes struck hard and knocked her down.
The warrior-woman looked heavier by at least two stone, but Rhyddes pinned her chest with her knee. She dropped the pitchfork and grasped her dagger, yanking it free. Grabbing a fistful of limed hair, she wrestled the woman’s head to one side to expose her neck.
The Pict bucked and twisted, trying to break Rhyddes’s grip. ’Twas not much different than wrestling a fever-mad calf.
Rhyddes’s deft slice ended the threat.
Blood spurted from the woman’s neck in sickening pulses.
Rhyddes stood, panting, her stomach churning with the magnitude of what she’d done. ’Twas no suffering animal she’d killed—and it could have been her lying there, pumping her lifeblood into the mud.
Bile seared her throat, making her gag. Pain lanced her stomach. Bent double, she retched out the remains of her morning meal, spattering the corpse.
After spitting out the last bitter mouthful and wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she drew a deep breath and straightened. As she turned a slow circle, her senses taking in the sights and sounds and stench of the devastation surrounding her, she wished she had not prevailed.
The news grew worse as she sprinted toward the lodge.
Of her seven brothers, the Picts had left Ian and Gwydion dead, her father and Owen wounded, the lodge and three outbuildings torched. She ran a fingertip over the crusted blood of her scratch, and she couldn’t suppress a surge of guilt.
Mayhap, she thought through the blinding tears as she ran to help what was left of her family, ’twould have been better had she died in the Pict’s stead.
The surviving raiders were galloping toward the tree line with half the cattle. The remaining stock lay stiffening in the fields, already attracting carrion birds.
Three days later, the disaster attracted scavengers of an altogether different sort.

Kim Headlee lives on a farm in southwestern Virginia with her family, cats, goats, and assorted wildlife. People and creatures come and go, but the cave and the 250-year-old house ruins—the latter having been occupied as recently as the mid-twentieth century—seem to be sticking around for a while yet.
Kim is a Seattle native (when she used to live in the Metro DC area, she loved telling people she was from "the other Washington") and a direct descendent of twentieth-century Russian nobility. Her grandmother was a childhood friend of the doomed Grand Duchess Anastasia, and the romantic yet tragic story of how Lydia escaped Communist Russia with the aid of her American husband will most certainly one day fuel one of Kim's novels. Another novel in the queue will involve her husband's ancestor, the seventh-century proto-Viking king of the Swedish colony in Russia.
For the time being, however, Kim has plenty of work to do in creating her projected 8-book Arthurian series, The Dragon's Dove Chronicles, and other novels under her new imprint, Pendragon Cove Press.
YouTube video interview: http://youtu.be/DV5iKrEIROk



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Wednesday, December 17, 2014

#HolidayRecipes: Hot Fudge Cake in a Cup

Got a great #HolidayRecipe if you're in a hurry for a dessert! Check out my post on @authortinagayle blog and learn how to make a hot fudge cake in 3 minutes.  http://bit.ly/1yYayhr 

Also, I'm giving away a lovely silver fleur de lis necklace on the 23rd of this month! Celebrating the release of To Save a Lady, the first book in the French Quarter Brides series. To enter the drawing, subscribe to my newsletter 

Hope you are having a fun holiday season!!! Many blessings!

Monday, December 15, 2014

Holiday Recipes: Festive Creme Eggnog by Tina Gayle

1 c. milk
1 (7 oz.) jar Kraft Marshmallow Creme
6 eggs
1/4 c. rum
1 tsp. vanilla
1 (8 oz.) container (3 cups)
Cool Whip non-dairy
whipped topping, thawed
Ground nutmeg

Gradually add milk to marshmallow creme, mixing with electric mixer or wire whisk until well blended. Add eggs, one at a time, mixing well after each addition. Stir in rum and vanilla; fold in whipped topping. Chill. Mix well. Top with additional whipped topping and sprinkle with nutmeg, if desired. Approximately 10 (1/2 cup) servings. Preparation time: 15 minutes plus chilling. Variation: Substitute 1 teaspoon rum extract for rum.

A widower, a divorcee, co-workers, lovers...a future together...marriage? 
Consoling each other for years over each other’s misfortune, Karen and Daniel turn a friendship into a weekend of unbridled red-hot passion. The heat between them leads to thoughts of a future together. That is… 
Until children, an ex-husband, an unexpected heart-attack, a conniving trophy-wife, guilt, and personal choices come between them. Will the heat of their passion let them break from the past and move into the future? 

Hot read for mature adults - a second chance at love.



“Daniel, if you’re in the bathroom come out this minute.”
The entrance opened, and he stood in the doorway.
Problem, he wore only a towel.
Awe, shit...she didn’t need to see his bare chest covered in crisp dark hair, the sculptured muscles of his arms and shoulders, developed pecs, and thick thighs.
Damn, how was she supposed to resist such temptation?
Desire added with the anxiety she’d already experienced on her drive here, lit her anger. “Why the hell didn’t you answer your phone? I’ve been calling and texting you for the last two hours.”
A confused frown passed over his handsome face. Instead of responding, he stepped to the bedside table. He lifted his cell phone and clicked a few buttons.
Unable to contain her impatience, Karen stalked forward.
He glanced up when she grew closer and showed her the phone. “I don’t understand it. I don’t show receiving any messages or calls. The signals must have gotten lost because of the storm.”
She’d suspected as much. Still, she refused to let him off the hook because he could’ve contacted her before he left town. “You should’ve called me. But no...”
Having endured his inability to communicate for months now, she stabbed her finger through the air at him. “You never call. You always expect me to phone you. Well, I’ve had it.”
The distance closed between them and she stood inches from him. Her fingertip tapped his chest. Static electricity sparked between them and her fist unfolded. She stumbled backward.
“Whoa.” Daniel caught her around the waist with one hand and held her close. His phone landed on the bed before he circled his other arm around her. His strong grip held her steady and didn’t allow her to step away. “You’re right. I guess I’m just use to...”
“Don’t say it. I’ve heard it too many times. Sharon might have resented the interruptions but I’m not her. I’m never in any type of meeting that you could possibly disrupt.” Karen spread her hands over his chest and worked to maintain a smidgen of distance. Nevertheless with him so near, his warmth surrounding her in a seductive cocoon, she had to fight the urge to melt against him.
“Yes, but if I called you whenever I wanted we’d never get off the phone.” The husky tone of his voice pulled her gaze upward.

Author Bio

Tina Gayle grew up a dreamer and loves escaping into a good romantic book.
She is currently working on two different series the Executive Wives’ Club and the Family Tree series both combine elements of women fiction with the passion of romance. Read the 1st chapter of any of her books on her website.

Home - www.tinagayle.net
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Saturday, December 13, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors Dec 14th: To Save A Lady #5

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors where writers share an 8-sentence snippet from one of their stories. It's a great way to find new authors and great books.

My snippet this week is from To Save a Lady, a historical romance set in 1814 in New Orleans.

Set up: Jesse confronts Elise about her true identity when she tells him that Rose is a spy's ruse. 

Jesse kept a firm grip on her arm. “I’m leaving for Fort Saint John at daybreak, but when I return, we will meet again and you will tell me the truth. Otherwise, I’ll get the truth from Louis Beauvais. Have I made myself clear?”
“Very clear.” She understood he wasn’t making an empty threat.
He released her arm and she smoothed her hand over her skirt.
“There is one thing you should know, Capitaine,” she spoke softly before she turned to go, “you will not like the truth.”

A dashing captain, a daring lady’s maid, a moonlit courtyard, and a story filled with romance and intrigue. Plus pralines, duels, the pirate Jean Lafitte, traitors, one devious villain, a lost boy, a stormy general, and a historic city on the brink of war.

Amazon Buy Link: http://amzn.to/1tz2HIq

Win a fleur de lis necklace! Subscribe to my newsletter to enter the drawing on Dec 23rd. 

Do check out the other authors at http://www.wewriwa.com/

Come back tomorrow for a great eggnog recipe from Tina Gayle! Yum!

Wishing you happy holidays!! 

Thursday, December 11, 2014

A Box Under The Bed: Blogging with Emily Martens today

Join me over at Emily Martens's blog. Talking about how manuscript used to end up in a box under the bed and other fun stuff!  http://ow.ly/FK9ue 

Also, don't forget to subscribe to my newsletter to be entered in the drawing for a fleur de lis necklace on the 23rd of December!

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I hope everyone is having a good holiday season! My thoughts are with all of those who are suffering through the winter storms. Perhaps Christmas week will bring better weather.

Hugs to you all.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Super Easy Fudge from Anita Philmar

Super Easy Fudge

1 (8 oz.) semi-sweet chocolate bits
1 (14 oz.) can Eagle Brand milk
1 tsp. of instant coffee
Dash of salt
1/2 to 1 c. nuts
1  tsp. vanilla

Melt bits in milk over low heat, remove from heat and add instant coffee, nuts and vanilla. Spread in lightly buttered 9 inch pan; chill until firm, cut. Remove from pan. Store at room temperature.
Better after 24 hours.

Deputy’s Bride is an erotic, historical western that is a stand-alone story with a satisfying HEA. Texas Deputy Bo Kildare is looking for a special kind of lady, one that is willing to meet his special requirements. No sweet little virgin will do, he wants a woman who knows how to please a man, perhaps two.

 Recently widowed, Sarah Elizabeth Foster-LaFever has lived in the public eye for the last few years and wants out. Her reputation as Micah LaFever’s wife has left her penniless and without many viable options until Bo comes calling. Now, she believes she found the perfect man until her past rears its ugly head.

Can murder and corrupt dealings keep these two lovers from making it to the alter?


“God, when is he going to get here,” Sarah muttered and strolled to the freestanding, oval mirror in the corner. Critically, she examined her silk dressing gown’s high collar. Unable to breathe with every button running down the front of garment secured, she’d only connected a few at her waist. The dark red robe highlighted her creamy complexion and light blonde hair.

Through the open at the top, she viewed the curve of her breasts and the tight fit of her corset. The cream color almost matched her skin, creating the illusion that she was nude underneath. Tugging aside her wide skirt, she examined the long line of her legs. She’d opted to omit her bloomers. One, because with the fire raging in the fireplace, she was hot. Two, because she thought Mr. Kildare should get a glimpse of what he’d receive if he decided to make her his wife.

 Granted from what Madeline had told Sarah, the man wanted more than a dutiful wife. He sounded as if he were more like her deceased husband. Micah enjoyed playing extreme bedroom games.

 She frowned, thinking how much she’d missed sex in the last year. Not because she hadn’t had the chance to indulge. More because she hadn’t wanted to fall victim to the same power hungry crowd that Micah had belonged. She’d done enough for those bastards and she had no intentions of doing... 

Knuckles hammered against her door.

 Brushing a nervous hand over her hair, she offered up a silent prayer that everything would work out before she rushed back to the doorway. After a quick breathe, she asked, “Who is it?”

 “Bo Kildare, I was sent by Madeline Cowden.”

A masculine tone rang from the other side.

 His voice alone sent shivers racing over her skin. She flipped back the lock and inched open the door. “Yes, she said you might be stopping by.”

Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way. Influenced by sci-fi programs, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where erotic moments come to life in a great read.
Naughty or Nice? Read her books and decide.

Email: anitaphilmar@yahoo.com

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors Dec 7 To Save a Lady #4

It's time for Weekend Writing Warriors (http://www.wewriwa.com/). This week's snippet is from my new release, To Save a Lady, a historical romance set in New Orleans. 

Set up: The heroine, Elise, is waiting in Louis Beauvais's study. Beauvais is the cunning gentleman who has promised to help her find Madame's missing son. 

Although she wore a hand-me-down pelisse over her muslin dress, she felt a chill as she glanced around his large and elaborate study.
The brass candelabras barely gave the cavern of a room enough light. With its gilded cornices, heavy brocade draperies, and gleaming mahogany furniture, the study exemplified great wealth and terror. Ancient spears, battle-axes, and curved swords decorated the dark red walls.
A stale scent gave her the shivers, and she could have sworn it was the stench of blood that had once covered the weapons.
Hinges creaked as one of Beauvais’s footmen pushed open the thick study doors for his master. Beauvais strode into the room, floorboards moaning beneath his steps. As always, he was dressed in quiet black with no flourishes.

        A move from Paris to New Orleans brings disaster to Elise Plaisance’s predictable life as a lady’s maid. The son of her grief-stricken mistress disappears, and Elise becomes involved in a dangerous masquerade when she turns to a devious gentleman for help finding the boy. Captain Jesse Cross has journeyed to New Orleans with General Jackson’s army, but his biggest battle is one of the heart when he falls for a French girl cloaked in mystery. With the city on the brink of war, their romance is born in the darkness of a moonlit courtyard and never meant to last forever. Deceived by an adversary and haunted by her tragic past, Elise must risk everything to rescue her mistress’s son before all is lost, and Jesse knows he has to stop her even if it means sacrificing his life to save a lady.

Amazon Link: http://amzn.to/1tz2HIq  
You can read Chapter 1 herewww.frenchquarterbrides.blogspot.com

Giveaway: In To Save a Lady, Jesse gives Elise a fleur de lis necklace on December 23rd, so I am going to do a drawing from my newsletter subscribers on the 23rd of December for a fleur de lis necklace.  Subscribe to my newsletter to be entered in the drawing. 

Thanks for stopping by and your comments are appreciated!! Please visit other participating authors at http://www.wewriwa.com/