Guest: Sarah Hoss and New Release, Highland Savior + Giveaway!
Welcome, Sarah! Congratulations on your new release! Please tell us about your writing.
I write contemporary romance novellas and my novels are historical paranormal romance. Why the two different genres you ask? Well, I hadn’t intended it to be that way. I began writing historical paranormal romance because I love time travel and going into the past. I enjoy the research involved. If you take a person from the future and place them in the past or vice versa, I find it interesting on how they would interact with  the people, adapt to their surroundings, and try to make a life for themselves in a place so foreign to them.  I like how it brings out their true nature.
My contemporary novellas began with one called Heaven Sent. I began writing it for a contest and from there, it became published. I decided then to continue to write them. One- because it gives my readers another genre to read plus it might bring in new readers who may not like the other genre. Two- I can put out the novellas in between the novels so that everyone has something to read while they are waiting.
You would think contemporary romance would be fairly easy to write considering we live in the here and now, but that’s not always the case. Because we live in this time, it can be harder to impress the reader.  No matter the genre, no matter the theme, we authors put our hearts in every book.
I want to thank the ladies here for having me. I appreciate the opportunity to speak and meet new people.
Thank you so much for being our guest today, Sarah!
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Highland Savior

Two Lifetimes – Two Hearts – One future, if they can only survive the past.

Hamish Macpherson is surrounded by turmoil: an arsonist is on the loose, he’s in the middle of a feud with a local clansman, and just as he’s trying to save his sister from a burning cottage, he appears in the middle of a foreign living room three hundred years past his own time.

Gillian Meadows thinks she’s self-sufficient and can handle anything until she witnesses a murder in the alley next to an Olde City tavern. In a desperate run to escape being the next victim, she stumbles into a wiccan store and accepts the help of the shop owner. Little does she know that one mis-spoken word of a simple incantation can change everything.

Neither world is safe, but Hamish can better protect Gillian if he returns to his own time. Gillian has no choice but to go with him if she wants to escape the danger closing in. Little do they know that his past could be the biggest threat of all to their future.
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 Excerpt!
Loud shouts grabbed her attention. She stared forward, trying to ignore the fighting. A woman’s scream echoed from the alleyway, sending a shiver up her back, making the hair at the nape of her neck stand up.
The man yelled on the top of his lungs, something about her never doing it again. How he trusted her and he was a fool, that all women were the same. The crying woman pleaded.
Gillian stopped and searched the streets in both directions, praying the cab would come soon. She heard a slap, then another. She would have to cross the alley to get back to the bar and she stopped, not sure what to do. She had no desire to be stuck outside, listening to a man beat his girlfriend. Once inside the bar, she could tell someone and they could come and help her. Rat bastard deserved a little taste of what he was dishing out.
Her lips puckered and she blew out a long silent breath, trying desperately to steady her nerves. She walked on her tip toes, slowly approaching the alley. Her heart raced. Silently, she said a prayer asking to not be seen. Panic coursed through her veins like ice and she shivered.
She stood immobile with her toes touching the edge of the alley as she listened to the man’s degrading words. The woman’s sobbing gripped her heart and squeezed. She should do something, but what? She was no match against the brute. She had to get into the bar. The safest route was to cross the street, walk down a block, then cross back over to the bar. The fastest, was to cross the alley.
Staring straight ahead, she made it halfway across when a gunshot pierced the night air and broke her resolve. She stopped, covered her ears and bowed her head. Instinct told her to run but she couldn’t help but peek down the alley. The woman slid to the ground and fell hard on the cement. She didn’t move. Gillian willed her feet to go, but they had a mind of their own. The man stood still as he watched the woman collapse, the gun held tight in his hand at his side. Gillian’s entire body shook and she dropped her purse.
She screamed, then bit down on her fist to stifle the sound. The man turned toward her. Time seemed to slow down.
The lighting wasn’t the best and she couldn’t make out a lot of details, but he was tall.
He stepped toward her as she unconsciously took a step back, kicking her purse, and she bent over to pick it up. She turned to run, then her heel caught in the sewer grate, causing her to fall and lose her shoe. She was vaguely aware of a plastic bag as it blew down the street like tumbleweed. A street lamp flashed on and off at the corner. Faint music played from within the tavern. She was aware of the searing pain that shot through her knee and elbow and the overwhelming desire to get up and run into the bar. She scrambled to her feet, stumbling awkwardly with only one heel.
Before she’d taken two steps, he reached her and grabbed her arm. “Come here, bitch.” His words came out in a tone just above a whisper. It was creepy and grated against her nerves. He pulled her back into the edge of the alley.
Gillian was frozen in place. All of his attention stayed focused on her. The gun was still in his hand. She willed her mind to work and tried to slow her breathing before she hyperventilated. She needed to come up with a plan for escape. She turned quickly to look out into the street. People came in and out of the bar all the time, why didn’t someone come now? There were no cars, no nothing. Was the night conspiring against her?
He grabbed her by the arms, forcefully pulling her against his chest. She struggled but he was too strong.
“Let me go!” she screamed.
“You saw, didn’t you, blackbird?” His hot breath stung her ear. It reeked of whisky. Bile rose in her throat as he fisted his hand into her hair and forced her to stare at him.
She swallowed. “No, sir. I swear I didn’t.” Tears danced in her lashes, then fell down her cheeks at the pain of her hair being pulled.
“Bullshit.”
Spittle flew against her face as he spat his angry words. A car roared around the corner and she stole a glance. Her taxi. Here was her chance to get away before this turned uglier than it already was.
After sucking in a breath of courage, she yelled, “Go to hell!” then brought her knee up hard against his crotch, dropping him to the ground. His ring caught in her hair as he grabbed his injured manhood, causing her to jerk backward for a second. She spun on her feet, tearing her panty hose and ran for the taxi.
A gunshot echoed in the night for a second time. The bullet hit the decorative street lamp above her head, making a funny tinging noise. She reached the car just as another shot rang through the air, striking the back window of the car. Glass shattered and she ducked down into the seat.
“Drive me to Bradford Place Apartments,” she hollered as the driver was already putting the car into gear. As he dialed 911, she clutched her purse to her chest and cried. All she wanted to do was lock herself away in her apartment forever.
The cab sped away as the words of the man trailed her. “I will find you!”


AUTHOR BIO:
Sarah Hoss grew up believing she could try anything and if she set her mind to it, she would succeed. Sixteen years of dance lessons, Cheerleading, and school plays proved to her that her parent’s words rang true. Writing was no exception. Reading the Outlander series made her fall in love with time travels and the historical places books could take her. Always a child with a vivid imagination, she realized as an adult, she could put her imagination to good use and began writing. Marrying her very own hero, they live in Indiana in the town where she grew up. They have three beautiful children and one hyper dog. When Sarah isn’t writing, she enjoys gardening, camping, and watching her kids’ play sports.


Where to find Sarah-



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Sarah is giving away an ebook copy of Highland Savior to one lucky commenter!


Taming the Wild Cougar, Book 3, PREORDER 99 Cents! Coming Oct 20, 2015.
I always put my books up everywhere, but sometimes it just takes longer for the other vendors to set up the page. So it’s up! No description or anything, sigh, but it’s got a pretty picture–the cover, the 99 cent USD price and a button to PREORDER it! Still working on iBooks.

Taming the Wild Cougar WEB 05082015
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1122410324?ean=2940152058949
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Taming-Wild-Cougar-Heart-Book-ebook/dp/B012PQGRUS
Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/taming-the-wild-cougar

 Cougar shifter, Dr. Kate Parker, is planning her annual camping vacation alone this year. She runs into trouble before she even starts her trip in the form of one wounded, hot cougar undercover cop—or so he says. He’s not going along with just her tender loving care because he came into town as a cougar, and he needs her help to get him back to where he can take up the search to look for an arms dealer, who just happens to be a cougar too.

Leyton Hill slipped into the unlocked, darkened clinic, figuring his luck had just changed. Except he doesn’t plan for the good doctor to be napping in her office. Taking him on her vacation wasn’t in the plan, and taking her hostage, hadn’t been either, but now she’s stuck with him until he can get back to his mission and the chase at hand. It appears the roles have reversed and who’s holding whom hostage now?

I took the pictures of the cougar in Omaha. It was amazing that he was so close to the fence and stayed there. Usually jaguars are sleeping in spots hard to see or pacing. 

Cougar's expression, listening, relaxed
Cougar’s expression, listening, relaxed
Cougars ears back, supposed to mean aggression, annoyance
Cougars ears back, supposed to mean aggression, annoyance



Cougar, ears to side, they have over two dozen muscles in their ears that help them to focus on sounds and show their expressions
Cougar, ears to side, they have over two dozen muscles in their ears that help them to focus on sounds and show their expressions

Have a super wonderful day. I’m so excited! It’s up, it’s up, it’s up! And I didn’t make a mistake in getting it up there! I was beginning to wonder!

Terry
“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”
Connect with Terry Spear:
Website: http://www.terryspear.com
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/421434.Terry_Spear
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TerrySpearParanormalRomantics
Twitter: https://twitter.com/TerrySpear
Wilde & Woolly Bears http://www.celticbears.com



Always a Bridesmaid...Sort of--Part 3


I think I left on in my last post by saying something like, “What could possibly go wrong?” in regard to my friend Ann's wedding.

As it turns out, a whole lot more than you think. Remember, I had reconciled my fate as a mid-life bridesmaid, one who had to wear a lemon yellow taffeta dress and put up with her friend’s bridezilla ways as she recreated her first wedding to replace any memory of it.. I figured the only way to get through the whole ordeal, which is what it was rapidly becoming, was to just mind my own business, hustle down the aisle using my bouquet to hide my droopy boobies, hope the minister talked fast, and pray none of the doves would poop on my head. 

Simple, right? And again, what could possibly go wrong? I mean, it’s not as if I was in charge of releasing the doves or cuing the choir, was it? Nope. Just had to lead the bride to her groom and stay on my feet without my breasts flopping out of my top. And that did happen...

Before I get to the end of this little tale, I have to tell you about the nice young man who had been assigned to be my escort. This kid, at seventeen, was the most well-mannered child I’ve ever met. He could have been a real jerk, given he was assigned to walk an old fart down the aisle instead of a younger, prettier bridesmaid, but he was always polite and nice, making small talk as needed during the rehearsal and being helpful whenever his parents asked him to help out his Auntie Ann with something. I think he’s the son of one of Ann’s besties and so got selected to step in, probably to make the numbers of groomsmen to bridesmaids work out correctly.

Anyway, to have a kid that young be so patient with Ann’s demands (we ended up walking down the aisle three times until Ann felt like we got the cadence of the music just right with our steps), was truly inspiring and made me feel better about deciding to just roll with whole shebang.

And I would have, if the whole shebang had actually taken place, but, well, we didn’t quite make it to the “I do” part. It was nothing really dramatic, as you would imagine, like on the schmaltzy movies where someone stands up during the “if anyone objects” part or where another man or woman comes running in to claim the bride or groom during the ceremony. Not quite that dramatic. However…

The big day arrives and we all get to our assigned places and everything proceeds as planned. I walk down the aisle with Junior in my lemon yellow catastrophe, and four bridesmaids later, Ann majestically strolls toward Ed to the strains of a choir singing something like Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring. She gets to the altar and we’re all standing there and Ed, who hasn’t taken his eyes off Amy, suddenly gets all misty. We all think it’s because he’s seeing Ann in her wedding gown, circa her first wedding to The Jerk (yes, she even had her dress re-made to reflect her first wedding). But as it turn out, he’s all misted up because he’s eyeballing Amy, who has been the object of his affections for some time, we later discover.

Well, THAT turned out to be a surprise.

So, Ed is blubbering as Ann walks up. She takes her place beside him and Ed, the “nice” guy, suddenly looks down and starts yammering about how he feels about Amy, who is standing there with a grin that is half incredulous and half thrilled. Ann is standing there trying to figure it all out as this disaster unfolds, and I—the one who just wanted to get through it all without making a fool of myself—made a fool of myself.

As soon as Ed started giving too much information about his infatuation with Amy, I started cackling. Then I started guffawing. Then I became the bridesmaid who couldn’t stop laughing despite the discomfort of everyone else in the venue. So as all this drama is happening, I’m standing there in my lemon yellow prison giggling like a middle-schooler or a maniac while Ann is facing the most humiliating experience of her life.

On the bright side, after Amy and Ed left Ann at the altar in tears, The Jerk, who ended up attending without his new spouse, ran up to embrace Ann and comfort her. This was the longest embrace in the history of embraces, and I laughed the whole time. I have no idea where The Jerk’s wife was, but I’m guessing her future holds discussions about the speedy dissolution of marital property.

I guess the moral of the story—since I’ve not heard any good gossip otherwise—is that you should never miss the opportunity to be a bridesmaid, if anything but for the sheer entertainment factor.

Happy Reading!
Blue: My New Cat!
If you've seen Vonda Sinclair's photo's of her kittens, then you've seen my Blue, first as a newborn, than a playful kitten with his brothers and sisters. I've had him for a little more than a month, and the empty place in my heart left when my dog, Courage, passed away, is healing nicely.



Blue still has that long and lanky body of a kitten, and will one day be a quite large cat, but what strikes me most is his regal and distinct profile, which reminds me of an Egyptian cat statue. Other's have said the same.
 At this very moment, he is sitting behind my laptop with his chin resting on top of the screen, with his eyes closed. I assure you, that won't last long. In mere seconds he'll suddenly come wide awake and go sprinting down the hall speaking a language only he and his kind understand.




Gwyn

The Little Man is Growing!
Two and a half months old! Babies change so much, so quickly. I can't resist showing off some of my pics of the little man. He's smiling, smirking as his daddy likes to say. He's babbling now and interacting and he's so much fun!

Here he is in his 2-month-old shirt.


Here's that little smirk.


What a handsome little man!


Sleeping prince.


And the most recent pic...the shirt says it all!


Happy Monday!

Natasha
www.natashamoore.com
The Ugly Duckling–What if the Tale was Reversed??? The Ugly Swan???
Everyone knows the tale of The Ugly Duckling, right? Poor Swan is big and gangly for his age as he swims among his brothers and sisters, cute little ducks. Give me a break. When is a swan not beautiful
Oh, yeah, I know the whole not fitting in business, but look at your reflection in the pond, you big beautiful bird! I mean, really, the story should have been about the poor duck. What if a baby duckling thought he was a swan? Only he was always too small and couldn’t keep up with his beautiful brothers and sisters
But when he looked in the water, he only saw he was a duck. And then when he found that he was just like other ducks, he’s like, but I hatched with the swans, why can’t I be like them?
The moral of the story is you’re stuck with what you are. So live with it. No sense in regretting what you don’t have. If you aren’t a swan, make the most of being a duck. And that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
Black Swans, Texas
Black Swans, Texas
Pelicans, Swans and Ducks, Omaha
Pelicans, Swans and Ducks, Omaha
White Swan Looking at Reflection
White Swan Looking at Reflection, Omaha
Fall colors Scotland, Swan and Cormarant
Fall colors Scotland, Swan and Cormorant
Castle grounds, Swan, Geese and Ducks, Scotland
Castle grounds, Swan, Geese and Ducks, Scotland
Momma Duck and her Ducklings
Momma Duck and her Ducklings
Oh and before I have any duck lovers mad at me, I love all birds, no matter the size, shape, or form, and think they’re all equally beautiful.  I have a ton of duck pictures too, just saying.

Have a great day!
Terry
“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”
Connect with Terry Spear:
Website: http://www.terryspear.com
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/421434.Terry_Spear
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TerrySpearParanormalRomantics
Twitter: https://twitter.com/TerrySpear
Wilde & Woolly Bears http://www.celticbears.com
Hello from the Romance Writers of America conference!
I’m in New York City right now in the middle of the chaotic, loud, overwhelming, insanely energizing Romance Writers of America conference!
  


Two thousand of my fellow romance authors are here, and 400 of us were part of the “Readers For Life” Literacy signing on Wednesday night in the Westside Ballroom of the Marriott Marquis hotel, with proceeds from book sales going to literacy organizations. This year's beneficiaries are ProLiteracy Worldwide, Literacy Partners, and Literacy Assistance Center 

What an honor it was to share an autograph session with some of the biggest names in romance: Nora Roberts, Jayne Ann Krentz, Jo Beverley, Brenda Novak, Julia Quinn and many, many others. I was signing copies of my story The Disciplinarian's Daughter in Secrets, Vol 31 from Red Sage Publishing.


The days of the conference are full of writing workshops, publisher spotlights, agent pitch sessions, marketing meetings – all targeted for romance authors at every stage of their career. The nights are equally busy, spent at publisher dinners, special interest chapter parties or hanging out at the hotel bar. The networking opportunities are beyond priceless. Friendships that start here can last forever.

The conference culminates Saturday night with the Golden Heart and RITA award ceremony, where we honor our fellow authors for their outstanding achievements. Most of us will head home on Sunday, exhausted but empowered, with sore feet but itchy fingers, motivated to get back to our keyboards to create our next love story.

I can hardly wait!

Leigh



Bakers' Bliss-King Arthur Store
This is the King Arthur store in Norwich, Vermont, which I visited this week. Most bakers are familiar with King Arthur flour, and their catalog. At their home base here, they now have this newly expanded store, a cafe and bakery, and cooking classes.

This store has something to tantalize you everywhere you look.

The flour itself:
Chocolate for baking:
Dishtowels, candles, pans:
Plus they sell bread (naturally) and pastries:
Have I enticed you enough? If you are ever in the area (across the river from Hanover, NH), stop by. You won't be sorry.
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    Fear of Flying

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    Leigh Court, 12/23/14

    Bound to Surrender

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    Natasha Moore 12/7/14

    Call of the Cougar

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    Terry Spear 11/19/14

    Bound to Submit

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    A Highland Wolf Christmas

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    Her Royal Rendezvous

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    The Cottage Next Door

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    Hero of a Highland Wolf

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    Her Highland Hero

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    Jaguar Hunt

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    My Rebel Highlander

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    Duke of Devonwood

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    Once Upon a Highland Moon

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    Gwyn Brodie, 2/20/14

    Playing For Real

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    Natasha Moore, 2/4/14

    Programmed to Protect

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    Jenna Ives, 2/1/14

    My Notorious Highlander

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    My Daring Highlander

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    Dragon Song

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    Cameo, 3/11/13

    The Snow Job

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    Cameo, 2/13/13

    My Brave Highlander

    My Brave Highlander
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    My Wild Highlander

    My Wild Highlander
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