Hey guys!!
I went straight from editing to promo'ing like mad. :) I've got some killer deals/contest going on right now and I want to get the word out.
First off, The Awakening: Britton released on Monday. YAY!!!!! This is the final for now installment of the The Awakenings series. The Entangled Covet imprint is running a huge Black Friday special for this week ONLY. All the Covet books that released on Monday are only .99. For me, that wasn't all. Since Britton is the third book of the series, Entangled decided to offer Aidan (the first book of the series) for .99 also. Super cool, right? This means that you can actually get the entire series for under $5. I don't know about ya'll, but my budget always needs a great deal and this is a killer one. So if your looking for a way to stock up on your digital library, the books are available at that price at ALL retailers.
Here is the blurb for The Awakening: Britton:
"I would lick that man up one side and down the other."
Half-shifter
and lead SPAC agent, Val Calhoun, has listened to women gush over the
Don Juan of the precinct for the last four years. Yeah, Detective
Britton Townsend is hot and has stunning blue eyes, but that foul mouth
he saves only for her? What a waste of good looks. And no way does Val
want that mouth anywhere near hers.
When the shifter community is
threatened, Val is assigned to the case…and fails. So the High Council
turns to the rogue shifter they'd sentenced to twenty years as a
human--that same obnoxiously sexy Detective Townsend. And sends the two
arch-enemies deep into the North Carolina Mountains-—together, and
alone.
Being stuck in a tiny honeymoon cabin with Miss Castration
and only one bed is definitely not Britton's idea of a good time. But
the High Council doesn’t take no for an answer. After his shifter
abilities are restored, Brit is once again susceptible to the dreaded,
irreversible bonding instinct, the Drall. Thankfully, all he’s ever felt
for Val is intense loathing, no reason to worry. Right? All he has to
do is solve this case pronto, and he can go back to his footloose
Casanova ways. That is, if they don’t kill each other first. Or
worse...fall in love.
Reviewers are saying this one the best in the series, and I'll even have to admit that Britton ended up being extremely special to me. I always thought it would be Liam, but Britton came and smacked me upside the head hard and burrowed deep into my heart.
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AND I do believe I said something about a GIVEAWAY. I'm running a HUGE one on my website right now for a pre-release celebration for FIGHTING LOVE. It will run through the entire month of December and I'm offering up a $100 giftcard. Winner's choice between Amazon or Barnes and Noble. To enter go HERE. The contest is open internationally. So go...have fun :) Here is the cover and blurb for FIGHTING LOVE.
Talk about kicking a fighter while he’s down.
Former
Middleweight champion and confirmed bachelor Tommy “Lightning” Sparks
has lost it all: his belt, his career, and now his home. After the
devastating fire, he moves in with his drama-free best friend, Julie.
One encounter changes everything and Julie is no longer the girl he’s
spent his life protecting but a desirable woman he wants to take to his
bed. Knowing his reputation, he’s determined to protect Julie more than
ever—from himself.
Veterinarian Julie Rogers has been in love
with Tommy since she was ten, but would love to get over the man. She’s
quiet nights at home and a glass of wine. He’s clubbing all night and
shots of tequila. As friends they work great. As a couple? No way in
hell. She just can’t get her heart to agree. When she starts spending
time with another fighter, the man who’s always treated her like a
sister is suddenly not being very brotherly and enflames her body like
never before.
Can two childhood friends make a relationship work, or will they lose everything because they stopped FIGHTING LOVE.
Sweet Deals and Giveaways!!
Guest: David Meredith & The Reflections of Queen Snow White
Welcome, David! Please tell us about yourself.
I am an independent author living in the Nashville
Area where I also teach English. Prior to this I taught English in Japan for
nearly a decade.
Q: Japan... how interesting! Please
tell us about your new release.
A: The
Reflections of Queen Snow White is a very personal book for me. It is based on
an award-winning short story that I wrote back in 2006. It is about an aging,
unexpectedly bereaved Snow White struggling with grief and trying to sort
through her own difficult past to find direction and hope for the future. It
attempts to answer the question: What happens after “happily ever after” has
come and gone?
I think that it deals with a time in life that
most of us would rather not think about, but that half of us or better will
definitely live to see. Reflections… is unique in that your average romance or
fantasy/faerie tale novel tends to deal with the struggles of relationships at
the very early stages - all the awkwardness and uncertainty associated with
really feeling out a brand new person who you think you might kinda, sorta like
and want to be with. Then the characters fight for then succeed in loving and having
their love returned. My novel is at the other end of that journey. Snow White
and Charming have already shared a lifetime of deep and sustaining love. The Reflections of Queen Snow White
explores what happens when you've had all of this wonderful, perfect time
together, then suddenly one day, it's all over.
At present
it rates 5 stars on Amazon. :)
Q: That's fantastic! What
inspired this story? What is the story behind the story?
A: Well, I think to properly
answer this question, you should really know something about where I was
emotionally back in 2006 when I originally wrote the source short story. In the
space of about three or four months, both of my grandfathers died unexpectedly.
During the same period, my wife also lost a grandmother and a grandfather, so
there where a lot of funerals going on over a very short amount of time. Now
funerals, by their very nature lead to a certain introspection about one’s own
mortality, but particularly with the sudden passing of both grandfathers and,
as a consequence, how hard my grandmothers took their deaths, it led me to
wonder on their behalf – “So… What now?”
They
had both had wonderful, loving relationships – many long, happy years together
(both had been married over 60 years). In the case of my maternal grandmother
and grandfather, they had never loved anyone else, having married straight out
of high school. There was no question in my mind, nor indeed anyone who knew
them, that theirs had most certainly been a real-life “happily ever after”. Now
it was over. It made me wonder, “When your life has been so closely tied up
with and centered upon one other person for so long, what do you do when they
are no longer a part of your life? Where do you go from there?” That was the
original kernel of the idea for The Reflections of Queen Snow White.
Q: Sorry to hear about your loss. Why do
you choose to write romance?
A: I actually write mostly fantasy, although much of
what I write would probably be considered romance/fantasy crossover. I like
fantasy because I feel like it gives me more creative freedom to tell a story
unconstrained by many of the limitations we experience in the real world.
However there is almost always a significant romantic element included in my
writing.
I think that there really are two absolutes in the
human existence. First is the knowledge that we will one day die. The idea that
we have a limited amount of time can and should inspire us to make the most of
each and every day – to strive for something more or better in our lives. In
that struggle can be found great emotion, which is by its very nature a great
resource for story-telling.
The other absolute is the basic human need to love and
be loved. Life is about relationships (friends, family, lovers, co-workers,
even chance encounters with strangers!) and most of the joy and/or drama we
experience in our lives can generally be traced back in some degree to whatever
is happening within those many relationships. Therefore I think relationships
and romance absolutely MUST be a focus of good story telling.
Taken together these two truths – recognizing our own mortality
and seeking to share our limited days with people who love us are significant
motivators in almost any story – real life or fiction. Stories that delve into
these great human longings or really bring out these commonalities of the human
condition that we all share, tend to touch us in ways that really make stories
and characters meaningful and personal. Whatever the genre I happen to be
writing in at the moment, that’s what I want people to get out of all my
writing – I want readers to FEEL something and who do you feel more strongly
about than someone you love?
Q: I agree! Why did
you choose your setting and why was it perfect for your book?
A: First, I think that the
decision to tell a story about Snow White sort of chose the setting for me. However,
having said that, I felt like the whole faerie tale feel was important to help
the reader immediately connect with Snow White. I think the idea of “it really
happens to everyone, even someone like her” was instrumental for telling this
story. I also believed that making it feel like as natural a transition as
possible from the original Brothers Grimm tale was vital to the emotional
connection and impact I wanted the reader to have.
Q: How do
you choose names for your characters?
A: Except for Snow White herself, all of the other
characters either have traditionally German names (like Stina the chamber maid
or Queen Bemadette, Snow White’s mother) or they are adjectives in German (for
example, Erfruet, Snow White’s last surviving dwarf, translates as “Happy” and
the portly Lord Stolz is described as “The Earl of Schweinefett”, which basically
means “Earl of Pig Fat” or “Earl of Lard”). It’s a German story anyway, so I
thought I’d have a little fun with the names.
Q: How cool and funny! Did you
choose the title of your book and if so how did you do it?
A: Yes, I chose it. I knew the magic mirror would be
central to the story. Also the introspective nature of Snow White’s journey
made the title seem obvious to me.
Q: Please
tell us about your favorite character in the book.
A: This story is very much an introspective told almost
exclusively from the perspective of an elderly Snow White. I understand upon initial examination, she might seem a little bit
vanilla as a choice. After all, she is probably the first faerie tale princess
that comes to our minds when we think of the faerie tale genre. She’s been
nearly exploited and merchandised to death by the Disney Company. There have
already been almost innumerable retellings and riffs on her story in modern
media – TV, movies, other novels, short stories, and even an old Rammstein
music video. Who doesn’t know Snow White?
However,
I felt like this intimate familiarity we all have with her actually works
perfectly in helping the reader connect with her older self in Reflections... To me, it felt rather
like catching up with an old friend whom I hadn’t seen in years and years and just
like friends from childhood, I think people still care about her.
Having said
that, I think what really makes the story is the fact that she is so caught up
in herself - her own misery, her own pain and grief, her own loneliness and
depression - that she fails to see all of these wonderful people around her who
could really make her burden less and her life better. In that respect, I
suppose my vote has to go to the whole supporting cast.
Q: Which
element of story creation is your favorite?
A: I think it has to be the characters. As a reader, I
love stories where you get caught up in the characters’ lives – when they start
to feel like people you know. With really well-written characters you share
their successes and failures, their joy and their pain. If a character is especially
engaging, it almost doesn’t matter what happens to them, because you’re already
hooked. That is not to say that plot and setting are not important, but if your
characters aren’t enticing and interesting to your reader, the story is likely
to fall flat.
Q: That's true! Which
element of this story was the hardest for you?
A: I’ll include a little bit of a spoiler warning up
front, so anyone who is afraid I might give away too much might want to skip
ahead, but…
To be honest, it was Snow White and Charming’s
Honeymoon scene. It’s the first really graphic sex scene that I’ve ever put in
a novel, and it took me a while to get comfortable with it. I suppose I could
have gone with a door closing and fade to black type nudge, nudge, tee hee they’re
having sex now but we just won’t talk about it, kind of gimmick, but I came to
feel strongly like the scene was necessary to the telling of Snow White’s
story. These are Snow White’s private, introspective musings! Who censor’s
their own head?
It needed to be explicit to make the reader really
believe that they are right there with Snow White getting an intimate look at
her internal dialog. I also wanted readers to understand the depth of Snow
White and Prince Charming’s relationship, particularly from Snow White’s point
of view and how significant Charming was to her. It needed to be graphic to
illustrate how hard she falls for her husband, how profoundly miserable Snow
White becomes after his death, and why. At the same time, I didn’t want it to come
across as voyeuristic or seedy. Making it graphic, but not come off as trashy
and cheap was a challenge, but I think I got it. J Maybe
“graphic” isn’t even the right word. Perhaps I should just call it “truthful”.
Q: What inspires
you? What motivates you?
A: Having a vision and sharing it with others. Making
people feel something through my writing gives me a great deal of satisfaction.
Discussing it with me is just an added bonus – at the risk of coming across as
narcissistic, I could do that forever!
Q: Please
tell us about your other books.
A: As a matter of fact, I have a HUGE project I
started WAY back in 2004 that is nearly complete. It is a fantasy series based
upon Japanese myth, legend and folklore, rather than the European model that is
so prevalent in fantasy literature today. Originally it was a 406,000 word
behemoth, but I've edited it down to three volumes that are between 95,000 and
120,000 words each. Here's a synopsis:
On the happiest day of the year, Taro’s world ends.
His people and his family are slaughtered. His lands are brutally laid to waste
by merciless, imperial forces. Taro is certain that neither he nor the ghosts
of his lost loved ones can rest until he has visited the same devastation
tenfold upon the heads of the vile collaborators. Consumed with grief for the
fallen and guilt at his own survival, he gathers his scattered people and
solemnly vows bloody revenge on the allies of the Emperor in the neighboring
barony.
At the same time, young Naomi, cherished daughter of
the doting Lord of Numanodai, is blissfully unaware of the chaotic world
spinning out of control all around her. She fervently studies the arts of
dance, music, and poetry as she dreams of being accepted into the distant
imperial court. However, when disaster visits her very doorstep and she loses
everything that she holds dear, Naomi must learn what it truly means to be a
woman and a ruler. She must come to grips with her own gnawing grief and
paralyzing doubt if she is to have any chance of saving her beaten and
bedraggled people from Taro’s unreasoning fury.
In the process, both she and her pursuer discover a
magical world of vengeful akuma demons, fierce kitsune fox-people, droll tanuki
badger-folk, and the mysterious, arcane power of the ikioi. Taro and Naomi must
decide whether to use this power for healing or destruction, revenge or
redemption. They must choose whether to react to their pain and loss with wrath
or with love. In the end, both must come to understand that the only thing that
really makes them different is the choices they make and what they are willing
to sacrifice in attaining that which they desire.
I'm hoping to release the first volume, Shirobara Falls, sometime next year.
Q: Sounds very interesting and creative! When did
you know you wanted to be an author?
A: I think I
had always had a little bit of the "writing bug". I made some false
starts in high school - wrote some fan-fic, started several ill-conceived novels
that never got finished, (Reflections was actually my 7th attempt at writing a
novel). I wrote a few successful and well-received short stories, but I think
it was a combination of my time in Japan and all the writing I had to do for my
Master's Program that finally pushed me to get serious about it. I had always
been a reader, but while I was in Japan, English language novels were hard to
come by. Combine that with my graduate experience of having to write 5-6
thirty-plus page research papers a semester and all of a sudden I had run out
of excuses. I had both the time and the ability to stick with a subject over
the long haul and get through to the end. It was a gradual thing though and
took a number of false
starts and failures in the process with many long periods of no writing at all
sprinkled in between.
Q: What is your
writing process or method?
A: I keep a little black book with me. If I have an
interesting idea or random thought, no matter where it occurs, it gets written
down. Some of them turn into stories. I do some outlining, but I’m not
religious about it. Generally, I rush and try to get the first draft of a novel
down on paper in a hurry, bad grammar, mistakes, plot holes, and inane dialog
notwithstanding, then spend a whole lot of time with revision and editing. In
fact it always takes me at least two to three times longer editing and revising
my work than writing the initial first draft.
Q: If you
are self-published, why did you choose that route? Do you love it or what would
you do differently?
A: The motivation was frustration mostly. Buried under
sheaves and sheaves of rejection letters after waiting 6-8 months for each one,
I started to really question if that was the only way to get my writing in the
public eye. I knew I could write. Lots of people I trusted not to simply stroke
my ego said so. I was, I think, fairly well-read myself. I’d even got a number
of what I’d characterize as “Good Rejection” letters that were personalized and
offered concrete suggestions for improvement. I have not totally written off
traditional publishing (self-publishing is a HUGE amount of work). I just
wanted to see if it was a viable option for me. I figured I would learn the
answer to that question best if I just did it.
Q: Do you
have any advice for unpublished authors?
A: First and foremost, mind your craft. Make sure your
writing is excellent and always strive to make it better. Don’t be in a rush to
publish. Rather, make sure what you publish is worth publishing. Get the
feedback of people you trust not to simply pat your head and stroke your ego
and then respond kindly to criticism and take it constructively.
Second, be prepared to WORK if you want to be
successful. Everyone and their brother can self-publish now, but that doesn’t
mean everyone should. Reviewers and even consumers are inundated - buried under
the huge volume of titles - so even really good writing has a tendency to get
lost in the free-for-all. If you want to be successful at it you have to be
ready to spend nearly every spare moment just trying to get your writing
noticed – just to convince a few people who might have a little influence to
give it a chance and maybe tell others about it - and there’s still no
guarantee. It’s a different path than traditional publishing, but I’m fairly
well convinced at this point that it is certainly not any easier.
Q: What’s
next for you?
A: The next big event (I’m thinking probably March or
April) will be the very limited release of the physical book. Probably not more
than about 500 copies in the initial run (printing isn’t free), but keep
checking back on my website and Facebook page for details. Then of course, I’m
looking forward to the release of Shirobara
Falls in 2014 as well. I’m not sure if that will be traditional or
self-published yet, but either way it’s coming. Stay tuned!
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The USA Today bestselling author of award-winning Scottish historical romance. Her favorite pastime is exploring Scotland, and taking photos along the way. She also enjoys creating hot, Highland heroes and spirited lasses to drive them mad. She lives in the mountains of North Carolina where she is crafting another Scottish story. Please visit her website at www.vondasinclair.com
The Little Guy is 1 Year Old!
"How did that happen?" "Where does the time go?" "He's gotten SOOOO big!"
Just some of the real life dialogue flying around Saturday night during my grandson's first birthday party. I know, it seems like just the other day I was sharing 6 month pictures or even 1 month pictures. First baby pictures. But here I am, sharing 1st birthday pictures of the little guy for your enjoyment on your Monday morning.
Here's the birthday boy. The hat didn't stay on for long! In fact, grabbing pics of him isn't that easy anymore. He's always on the move!
He's a big fan of the movie, "Cars" and the cake was perfect. Almost too cool to cut.
Back with my kids were little, we didn't have special "smash cakes". We just gave the little one the first piece and let him have at it.
"Happy Birthday to yoooooou."
Yum!
Then come the presents. Mommy had to help him get the hang of ripping the paper. He'll be all set now for Christmas.
His uncle gave him Spiderman and Superman pjs. Tonight he got to be Spidey.
Having fun! Vroom. Vroom.
Have a great week. And for our readers in the U.S. Happy Thanksgiving!
Natasha
Her Royal Masquerade - available now
Her Royal Bodyguard - coming early 2014
Playing for Real - coming Feb 4th - pre-order now
www.natashamoore.com
Just some of the real life dialogue flying around Saturday night during my grandson's first birthday party. I know, it seems like just the other day I was sharing 6 month pictures or even 1 month pictures. First baby pictures. But here I am, sharing 1st birthday pictures of the little guy for your enjoyment on your Monday morning.
Here's the birthday boy. The hat didn't stay on for long! In fact, grabbing pics of him isn't that easy anymore. He's always on the move!
He's a big fan of the movie, "Cars" and the cake was perfect. Almost too cool to cut.
Back with my kids were little, we didn't have special "smash cakes". We just gave the little one the first piece and let him have at it.
"Happy Birthday to yoooooou."
Yum!
Then come the presents. Mommy had to help him get the hang of ripping the paper. He'll be all set now for Christmas.
His uncle gave him Spiderman and Superman pjs. Tonight he got to be Spidey.
Having fun! Vroom. Vroom.
Have a great week. And for our readers in the U.S. Happy Thanksgiving!
Natasha
Her Royal Masquerade - available now
Her Royal Bodyguard - coming early 2014
Playing for Real - coming Feb 4th - pre-order now
www.natashamoore.com
The 21st Century Thanksgiving Turkey
The
holiday season can be very stressful. But before you start thinking of having to get
up at 6am on Thanksgiving day to start cooking that 20-pound turkey with all
the fixings like stuffing, yams, etc, have a good laugh by taking a look at the
holiday from the bird’s perspective: http://images.businessweek.com/ss/05/11/egreetings/image/01.swf
Happy
Thanksgiving!
Best,
Leigh
Ungrateful
At this time of year, many folks post about what they are thankful for, some even doing so the entire month of November until Thanksgiving. I'm thankful for much in my life, especially since I know how quickly life can change. However, I think it's healthy to explore the other side, the side no one ever talks about. The ungrateful side...
What are you not grateful for?
I know that I tell myself I'm grateful for co-workers who make my job harder because I learn to be stronger and more resilient because of them. After several years of this, though, I can't even convince myself this is true. No, the truth is that I'm not grateful for colleagues who make my work life harder. It would be much better if I didn't have to deal with them. I could accomplish something, anything, and feel satisfied in my work environment.
Another thing I'm not grateful for is really bad entertainment. Yeah, I know that it could be worse. I could be watching ancient Norwegian scream-singing in my front yard, but that doesn't make me feel any better when I have some well-earned veg time and can only find "Say Yes to the Dress" in all its nauseating variations dominating every cable channel on the planet.
Flu shots. Yes, they help me avoid getting the flu. No, I'm not 100% grateful for them, especially when they make my arm swell and give me light flu symptoms. Bah.
I'm also not grateful for slow Internet connections, no matter where I encounter them. Yeah, I know that my forebears had to chisel out letters to their families on rocks and carry them to the catapult to be delivered. However, it still ticks me off that my connection sometimes makes me wait two seconds to do what it could have done in one millisecond if my boss' bosses hadn't been too cheap to get a good ISP with service provided in some other manner than gerbils running on a treadmill.
Finally, I'm not grateful for some online articles. You know these articles; most of them are on Yahoo. They are the ones that use really catchy headlines that give hints about Mr. Famous So-and-So's bad onion-eating habit destroying his marriage and then once you click on them you realized Mr. Famous So-and-So isn't even married and the article is about his favorite recipes or what might happen if he were married. An article titled, "Republican and Democratic Senators Marry; Sparks Fly," might sound like it's about a great romance when, in fact, it's about a fire starting during the nuptials of two Congresspeople because someone parked his cardboard bicycle next to a candle. Yahoo's headlines are notoriously bad about this, and I'm not grateful to have to plow through tons of gark to find a bit of news.
What about you? What are you not grateful for? Do tell in the comments section.
What are you not grateful for?
I know that I tell myself I'm grateful for co-workers who make my job harder because I learn to be stronger and more resilient because of them. After several years of this, though, I can't even convince myself this is true. No, the truth is that I'm not grateful for colleagues who make my work life harder. It would be much better if I didn't have to deal with them. I could accomplish something, anything, and feel satisfied in my work environment.
Another thing I'm not grateful for is really bad entertainment. Yeah, I know that it could be worse. I could be watching ancient Norwegian scream-singing in my front yard, but that doesn't make me feel any better when I have some well-earned veg time and can only find "Say Yes to the Dress" in all its nauseating variations dominating every cable channel on the planet.
Flu shots. Yes, they help me avoid getting the flu. No, I'm not 100% grateful for them, especially when they make my arm swell and give me light flu symptoms. Bah.
I'm also not grateful for slow Internet connections, no matter where I encounter them. Yeah, I know that my forebears had to chisel out letters to their families on rocks and carry them to the catapult to be delivered. However, it still ticks me off that my connection sometimes makes me wait two seconds to do what it could have done in one millisecond if my boss' bosses hadn't been too cheap to get a good ISP with service provided in some other manner than gerbils running on a treadmill.
Finally, I'm not grateful for some online articles. You know these articles; most of them are on Yahoo. They are the ones that use really catchy headlines that give hints about Mr. Famous So-and-So's bad onion-eating habit destroying his marriage and then once you click on them you realized Mr. Famous So-and-So isn't even married and the article is about his favorite recipes or what might happen if he were married. An article titled, "Republican and Democratic Senators Marry; Sparks Fly," might sound like it's about a great romance when, in fact, it's about a fire starting during the nuptials of two Congresspeople because someone parked his cardboard bicycle next to a candle. Yahoo's headlines are notoriously bad about this, and I'm not grateful to have to plow through tons of gark to find a bit of news.
What about you? What are you not grateful for? Do tell in the comments section.
Guest: Sherrie Hansen - Scottish Doors
I
have a confession to make. I've never been to Dorney. I've been as close as
Eilean Donan Castle, but I was in a hurry to get to Fort William, and I never
thought to go up into the village. Now, I'm writing a book called Shy Violet,
the main characters are living in Dorney, and I'm left wishing I had walked a
bit further and scoped out the town with my own two eyes.
That's
the way it is with doors. We choose to walk through them, or we skip on by,
oblivious to what might be inside.
I've
always been fascinated by doors, so when we started exploring Scotland, it came
as no surprise that all kinds of unique and intriguing doors caught my eye.
Sometimes,
when we get to a door, we're hesitant to open it. Because doors can lead to
places you'd rather not go.
Doors
can be portals to a make-believe world.
The
sights you see through an open door can make your imagination soar.
Doors
can open up to adventures you've never even dreamed of.
Doors
can be common, comforting, familiar and welcoming.
Doors
can be austere and foreboding.
Doors
can be pretentious affairs.
Doors
can be plain and functional.
When
a door opens, light floods into the dark corners of you mind and enlightens
every last nook and cranny.
When
you unlock a door, you never know what secrets you'll uncover.
Sometimes
doors are a nice fit. Not too big, not to small.
Although
it's always wise to mind your head.
Sometimes
doors dwarf you, and you wonder, who were these doors made for, giants?
Some say that when God closes a door, he opens a
window.
But
we all know that when a door is
closed, you can get left standing outside in the cold.
Next
time you go in or out a door, I hope it leads to somewhere you want to be -
maybe even Scotland - and that someone you love is waiting on the other side.
About Sherrie
Hansen
Before that, I lived in
After 12 years of writing romance novels late at night when I couldn't sleep (mostly because I was so keyed up from working 12 hour days at my B&B), I met and married my real-life, romantic hero, Mark Decker, a pastor. I enjoy playing the piano with the worship team at church, needlepointing, photography, renovating and decorating historic houses, traveling, and going on weekly adventures with my nieces and nephews.
I live in 2 different houses, 85 miles apart, and write on the run, whenever I have a spare minute. “Wild Rose” is my sixth book to be published by Second Wind Publishing.
Please visit Sherrie online:
Facebook
http://sherriehansen.wordpress.com/
www.BlueBelleInn.com or www.BlueBelleBooks.com
Twitter
Goodreads
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Thistle Down (a novella
length prequel) and Wild Rose
Wild Rose is the
first of my Wildflowers of Scotland novels, to be followed by Blue Belle early
next year and Shy Violet later next year. Thistle Down, an eShort prequel, is
currently free or 99 cents online.
Thistle Down: Can tenderhearted Pastor Ian MacCraig keep a
pair of prickly sisters from marrying the wrong men?
Emily
Downey has found the perfect groom. If only she loved the man... Chelsea Downey
wild about her boyfriend. Trouble is, he’s two-timing her and everyone sees it
but her.
Their thorny situation gets even stickier when the church ladies come up with a plan.
Can Pastor Ian MacCraig weed out the thistles and get to the heart of the matter in time to save the day?
Their thorny situation gets even stickier when the church ladies come up with a plan.
Can Pastor Ian MacCraig weed out the thistles and get to the heart of the matter in time to save the day?
Wild Rose: When Ian MacCraig tries to capture the thief
who is stealing artifacts from his kirk in Loch Awe, Scotland , the last thing he expects
to find on his video is a woman engaging in a passionate romp under the flying
buttresses.
Rose Wilson is mortified to learn that Digby, the online friend she met for what she thought was a harmless rendezvous, is a common criminal.
Now that Ian, the board of Wilson Enterprises, the constable, and half the town have had a glimpse of Rose in all her naked glory, it seems even her family looks at her differently. What remains to be seen is how far Ian will go to defend Rose's honor and if the church ladies will forgive Rose now that they know who she really is... and if Rose can believe she's worthy of someone as good and kind as Ian MacCraig.
Wild Rose and Pastor Ian MacCraig... a match made in heaven or one hell of a predicament?
Rose Wilson is mortified to learn that Digby, the online friend she met for what she thought was a harmless rendezvous, is a common criminal.
Now that Ian, the board of Wilson Enterprises, the constable, and half the town have had a glimpse of Rose in all her naked glory, it seems even her family looks at her differently. What remains to be seen is how far Ian will go to defend Rose's honor and if the church ladies will forgive Rose now that they know who she really is... and if Rose can believe she's worthy of someone as good and kind as Ian MacCraig.
Wild Rose and Pastor Ian MacCraig... a match made in heaven or one hell of a predicament?
Excerpt
Rose
Wilson turned away from the wind that whistled across Loch Awe in a futile
attempt to keep her hair from being blown into a tangled knot.
Something
nipped at her ankle and she reached down to swat it away. Pesky midgies.
Ouch!
Her hand scratched against the thorny stem of a thistle. One more thing. As if the sticky wicket she’d gotten herself into
hadn’t already worked her into enough of a dither. She glanced up at the lofty
spires of St. Conan’s Kirk. If she were at all religious, she might think God
was trying to tell her something.
Where
could he be? It had been nigh on three years
since she’d stood waiting, and waiting, and waiting at Robert’s and her
favorite restaurant. When he never showed up, she’d been angry – thought he’d
gotten too busy at work, forgotten she was waiting, or, worse yet, remembered
and blown her off.
How
could she have known he was dead?
Here
she was again. So it was a kirk and not a restaurant. A man she didn’t know all
that well instead of her husband. The emotions felt the same. She was peeved.
So peeved she could almost forget what it was like to feel abandoned, to hurt
so badly she could barely keep her head about her.
She
took a deep breath and tried to relax. Would she ever get over being scared
that something horrible had happened every time someone was a wee bit tardy?
He
was almost an hour later than he’d said he’d be. She peeked through the hedge
and tried to see round the bend that led to the village.
What
were the odds that two men she was supposed to meet would die en route to their
rendezvous point? She paced up and down the path that led to the kirk,
squelching her nervous energy only long enough to look at a bee dipping into a
rhody that was a lovely shade of lavender. And then, she was back at it,
scanning the roadside for Digby’s car, checking the time on her mobile every
few seconds, and imagining the worst.
She’d
been waiting for an hour – plenty long enough for Digby to get there even if he’d
been temporarily detained at work, gotten a speeding ticket, or stopped by the
mini-mart to buy her flowers. Besides, the man had a mobile.
She
clicked hers open and pressed the green button twice. Still no answer.
Where could he be?
And why now? Was it because she’d been too intimate with him? Not intimate
enough?
“Excuse
me, ma’am.”
She
blinked and looked in the direction of the voice, but the sun was in her eyes,
and all she could see was a soft sheen of light backlighting the silhouette of
a very tall man. Too tall to be Digby. She raised her hand to her eyes to shade
the light but the sun was still blinding, clinging to his head like a halo.
“Forgive
me,” the man said, just as she saw his collar, the white square gleaming
brightly between the black, and thought, shouldn’t
it be me saying that?
“Sorry
to intrude,” he continued. “I couldn’t help noticing that you seem to be
looking for someone.”
So
much for her and Dig having the place to themselves. Of course, as of this
moment, there wasn’t a “them” anyway, so it mattered little if they had
privacy. Besides, she had been going to tell him that they couldn’t do it
again, that it was too soon, that what had happened shouldn’t have. Not yet.
That didn’t mean she didn’t want to be alone with him, to do something. She
probably did, eventually. Just not so much, or quite so fast.
“I’m
waiting for a friend,” she said.
“You’ve
still plenty of time,” he said. “Worship doesn’t begin for another half hour.”
The
sun wasn’t in his eyes, but behind him, illuminating her face. She knew, even
without being able to see his eyes, that he could read hers perfectly.
“I
didn’t realize...”
“We’ve
a small but active congregation,” the man said, extending his hand. “Ian
MacCraig. St. Conan’s pastor.”
He
nodded at a stone cottage with windows rimmed in tiny stones. It was mostly
overgrown with creepers. She had assumed it was unoccupied.
She
gave her hand, took his, and was surprised by his warmth. “Rose Wilson.” Her
hands had been perpetually cold ever since Robert had died. The only reason
she’d come to meet Digby in the first place was to get warm. But holding hands
with Digby didn’t even compare to the heat this man radiated.
“I’m
not from Lochawe. Just up for the day from Glasgow .”
She
turned just enough to get the sun out of her eyes and looked up into his face.
And started to melt. Warm times ten. Honest, intelligent eyes, longish hair the
color of butterscotch. Wide shoulders perfect for shielding a companion. A
genuine, concerned smile tinged with the slightest whisper of what? Guilt? Her
mind flipped back a page. Forgive him for what? For startling her? For
intruding on her reverie? For being concerned enough to acknowledge her
presence? To see if she was in need of someone to talk to?
He
had such a beautiful aura about him. So serene. So utterly masculine. She felt
like she was in a dream, or starring in a film. She resisted the urge to pinch
herself. The vicars she knew were old and gray – most, gone completely
bald. This one – Ian, wasn’t it? -
didn’t fit any of the pastoral images she held in her mind.
Pastor Ian’s eyes blinked
wide open a split second before she felt a movement to her left. A stream of
men streaked towards them, guns drawn. She could see them out of the corner of
her eye. What the devil was going on?
Wild Rose by Sherrie Hansen
Wonderful excerpt, Sherrie! Thanks so much for being our guest today!
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The USA Today bestselling author of award-winning Scottish historical romance. Her favorite pastime is exploring Scotland, and taking photos along the way. She also enjoys creating hot, Highland heroes and spirited lasses to drive them mad. She lives in the mountains of North Carolina where she is crafting another Scottish story. Please visit her website at www.vondasinclair.com
Royalty Romances
I've had a few people ask me why I'm writing about modern day princes and princesses, and I admit I usually (with just a few exceptions) write about characters firmly rooted in real life situations. But when a story of forbidden romance came to me, I couldn't resist telling these characters' story and giving them their happy ending. And the Her Royal Romance series was born. So these are my very unscientific thoughts on why we love royalty romances.
What draws us to royalty? What has us scrambling for pictures of royal couples, following the engagement and wedding of William and Kate, and hanging on the media coverage of the birth of the new prince? I suppose there is always a fascination with people whose lifestyles are so different from our own, especially if they seem so glamorous. I remember as a little girl dressing up as a princess with a long skirt and a make believe tiara on my head. I felt pretty and special, and don’t all little girls want to feel that way?
Look at the popularity of television shows like Once Upon A Time. We grow up on fairy tales. Stories of princes and princesses. Fantasies that make us sigh when the shoe fits or the kiss wakes the Sleeping Beauty. Some say it’s a Cinderella complex. The first time I heard that term I had to look it up. Basically, it describes a fear of being independent that causes an unconscious desire to be taken care of by others. And while that might describe some women out there, I think we can enjoy our fantasies without worrying we have some kind of complex.
Enjoying a fairy tale romance that involves a handsome prince is not looking for a man to take care of us. At least not for me. And not for Mia in Her Royal Masquerade. She’s not looking for a romance with a prince. She’s a practical schoolteacher and definitely not looking for someone to take care of her. She can take care of herself, thank you very much. But while she might not be helpless, when it comes to the way she feels about Vittorio, she’s weak. And don’t we all fantasize about the kind of love that engulfs us, embraces us? The kind of love that makes our heart soar. The kind of love that is so powerful, there is no escaping it.
But, you see, the thing is, it happens to Vittorio too. He never expected to fall in love. He’s required to marry royalty, so he expected a cold business arrangement of a marriage like his parents had. And then he meets Mia. And he’s just as weak around her. There’s no escaping his feelings for her, even when he knows it is an impossible situation. And don’t we all like the thought of a man, rich and powerful or not, who’s brought to his knees by the love of a woman?
So this book is for the little girl inside of us who always wanted to be a princess, even when she knew she was just an ordinary girl. And this book is for the grown woman in us, who can sigh when approached by a handsome prince, drawn out onto the dance floor, and begins to fall in love.
Natasha
Voluptuous
Her Royal Masquerade
Silken Canvas
Playing for Real - coming Feb 4th- pre-order now
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What draws us to royalty? What has us scrambling for pictures of royal couples, following the engagement and wedding of William and Kate, and hanging on the media coverage of the birth of the new prince? I suppose there is always a fascination with people whose lifestyles are so different from our own, especially if they seem so glamorous. I remember as a little girl dressing up as a princess with a long skirt and a make believe tiara on my head. I felt pretty and special, and don’t all little girls want to feel that way?
Look at the popularity of television shows like Once Upon A Time. We grow up on fairy tales. Stories of princes and princesses. Fantasies that make us sigh when the shoe fits or the kiss wakes the Sleeping Beauty. Some say it’s a Cinderella complex. The first time I heard that term I had to look it up. Basically, it describes a fear of being independent that causes an unconscious desire to be taken care of by others. And while that might describe some women out there, I think we can enjoy our fantasies without worrying we have some kind of complex.
Enjoying a fairy tale romance that involves a handsome prince is not looking for a man to take care of us. At least not for me. And not for Mia in Her Royal Masquerade. She’s not looking for a romance with a prince. She’s a practical schoolteacher and definitely not looking for someone to take care of her. She can take care of herself, thank you very much. But while she might not be helpless, when it comes to the way she feels about Vittorio, she’s weak. And don’t we all fantasize about the kind of love that engulfs us, embraces us? The kind of love that makes our heart soar. The kind of love that is so powerful, there is no escaping it.
But, you see, the thing is, it happens to Vittorio too. He never expected to fall in love. He’s required to marry royalty, so he expected a cold business arrangement of a marriage like his parents had. And then he meets Mia. And he’s just as weak around her. There’s no escaping his feelings for her, even when he knows it is an impossible situation. And don’t we all like the thought of a man, rich and powerful or not, who’s brought to his knees by the love of a woman?
So this book is for the little girl inside of us who always wanted to be a princess, even when she knew she was just an ordinary girl. And this book is for the grown woman in us, who can sigh when approached by a handsome prince, drawn out onto the dance floor, and begins to fall in love.
Natasha
Voluptuous
Her Royal Masquerade
Silken Canvas
Playing for Real - coming Feb 4th- pre-order now
Website
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