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Sunday, December 28, 2014

Book Fun Friday Welcomes Back Adele Downs

Book Fun Friday Continues to Ring in the Holidays
 We Welcome Adele Downs with Her Book Feature:

 Author Bio:

Adele Downs writes contemporary romance, some with a touch of magic, inside the office of her rural Pennsylvania home. She is a former journalist, published in newspapers and magazines inside the USA, UK, and Caribbean.

Adele is an active member of Romance Writers of America and her local RWA chapter where she serves as a past-president. She has written several articles for RWR magazine (Romance Writers Report) and has presented workshops for writers. When she isn’t working on her current project, she can be found riding in her convertible or reading a book on the nearest beach. 

 Special Feature:

Merry Christmas from Jamey Tucker, the firefighter hero of SANTA TO THE RESCUE by Adele Downs. Jamey is serving Chocolate Peppermint Margaritas to heroine Heather Longhurt’s best friends when he hosts their first holiday get-together as a couple. The guys will drink Sauza® Tequila on ice (but won’t resist nibbling those candy canes!).
Enjoy this delicious holiday recipe! Courtesy of Sauza® Tequila.

Chocolate Peppermint Margarita: Posted with permission
Ingredients: Serves 4
2 parts Sauza® Blue Silver 100% Agave Tequila*
 1 part Peppermint Schnapps
 1 ½ cups milk
 4 tbsp. hot chocolate powder
 2 candy canes
 *If Sauza® Blue Silver isn’t available, try Sauza® Silver
To Make:
In a shaker filled with ice, combine all ingredients and shake. Pour into your most festive glasses and garnish with a candy cane. Enjoy!
And now for our book feature: 
A .99 Sweet Contemporary Romance from Entangled Publishing
Only Santa Can Save This Christmas…


Firefighter Jamey Tucker knows three things in life to be true: An honorable man doesn't go back on his word, never hurts a woman, and lasting love isn't a myth. But with his recent move to a new job at the Appleton Fire station, the long hours don't offer hope of finding the love he’s looking for.
When Jamey meets beautiful pediatric nurse Heather Longhurst after hearing her sing Santa Baby in a supermarket aisle, he offers her a promise he discovers he can't keep. Heather has been betrayed by men in the past, making it hard for Jamey to gain her trust. Determined to find a way to win her heart, Jamey uses firefighter engine-uity and Heather's favorite song to prove he's got Christmas spirit she can believe in all year.
She laughed out loud this time, and the sound of her voice rang through the air, pure and clear. He could listen to that voice for hours. “These are for my kids at the hospital. I’m an R.N. at County. We’re decorating the pediatric ward. And spoiling the children too, a bit. I’m baking cookies for our holiday party on Saturday.”
She held out her hand for a handshake. “I’m Heather Longhurst.”
Jamey introduced himself and took her hand. He told her what he did and where he worked. Her skin felt soft against his palm, though her grasp conveyed confidence and strength.
He cocked his chin. “What kind of cookies?”
“Chocolate chip, of course. Is there any other kind?”
Jamey shook his head. He could almost taste melted dark chocolate and smell the aromas of fresh baked flour, eggs and sugar filling her kitchen. His mouth watered. He hoped she couldn’t hear his stomach rumble. He hadn’t eaten in over fourteen hours. “No ma’am.”
Heather returned a lopsided grin. “You’re not from around here, are you?”
“Southern Indiana, born and raised.”
She moved out of the way of an elderly couple trying to pass with their half-filled shopping cart. Jamey moved too and they strolled together toward the exit. “I’ll make a plate of cookies for you, if you stop by the hospital to pick it up.” She said.
Jamey smiled at her, his heart lifting at the turnaround in his day. “That’s the best offer I’ve had since I moved to Appleton.”
“You’re new in town?”
“Been here almost three months.”
“Glad to meet you, Jamey Tucker. See you about one o’clock?”
“I’ll be there. Count on it.”
“I will.” She smiled back and their gazes locked. His mood soared with the realization she was flirting with him. The day had definitely taken a turn for the better.

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Thursday, December 18, 2014

Book Fun Friday Welcomes Back JM Stewart

Book Fun Friday Welcomes Back JM Stewart
 For Our Holiday Showcase

Author Bio: JM writes passionate, heartfelt contemporary romance. She’s a wife, a mother, a spiritualist, and lover of puppies, and happily addicted to coffee and chocolate. She lives in the rainy Pacific Northwest with her husband and two sons. She’s a hopeless romantic who believes everybody should have their happily-ever-after and has been devouring romance novels for as long as she can remember. Writing them has become her obsession.

Book Title:  Whatever It Takes, a contemporary romance by JM Stewart. Book 2 of the Morgan Family Romance series.

Log Line: Second chances only come around once…

Book Tag Line
He has a month to convince her to give him a second chance, and he’ll do…WHATEVER IT TAKES

Book Blurb  

She’s been dying to hear the words…

Walking away from her husband was the hardest thing Becca Morgan has ever done, even if it was the only way to save her heart from being broken by a loveless marriage. Still, when a terrible accident forces her to stay at her ex’s house, emotions she thought she’d buried for Jackson Kade long ago start coming to the surface—and, to her surprise, seem to be reciprocated…

…he just doesn’t know how to say.

Jackson Kade has never known love like he knew with Becca, but his cold upbringing left him unable to show her how deeply he feels. When Becca winds up under his roof once more, he knows it’s his only opportunity to prove his devotion—and passion. But old habits die hard, and even one mistake could shatter their last chance at love…

Book Excerpt:

“What are you afraid of, Jack?” She stiffened her spine and stood straighter. “That you might actually feel something?”

As quickly as he’d shut her out, he pivoted and stalked across the deck toward her. She took a step back, but in a few long strides, he reached her, seized her waist, and dragged her against him. As her body hit his, a gasp escaped, but she could only stare at him, stunned. A war raged in the depths of his eyes. More emotion than she remembered seeing there in a long time. Desire, anger, pain, frustration, all fighting for supremacy.

She braced her hands on his chest, to push him away, but his head dipped down, his lips brushing over hers, the barest of kisses.

“Or else I may do something I’m pretty sure you’ll hate me for in the mornin’.” The low huskiness of his voice washed over her like a heated caress, sending shivers down her spine, and obliterating whatever defenses she’d manage to build against him. “The feel of your hands on me about drove me mad. Do you have any idea how aroused I am right now? I’m two seconds from picking you up and carrying you upstairs.”

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The ENTIRE 1st chapter of WHATEVER IT TAKES can be read on Barnes and Noble:

Also available on Amazon:
Simply click "Look Inside!"

Question for YOU:

Whatever It Takes is about second chances. Have you ever given someone a second chance (romantically or otherwise)?

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Friday, December 12, 2014

Please welcom my friend Vicki Batman

Book Fun Friday Welcomes Vicki Batman
Showcasing Her Feature in a Holiday Anthology entitled: Season of Magic and her romantic comedy Holiday Disaster

Vicki Batman's Bio:

Like some of her characters, award-winning author, Vicki Batman has worked a wide variety of jobs including lifeguard, amusement park ride attendant; a hardware store, department store, book store, antique store clerk; administrative assistant in an international real estate firm; and a general “do anything gal” at a financial services firm--the list is endless and provides great material for her stories.

Writing for several years, she has completed three manuscripts, written essays, and sold many short stories to TRUE LOVE, TRUE ROMANCE, TRUE CONFESSIONS, NOBLE ROMANCE PUBLISHING, LONG AND SHORT REVIEWS, MUSEITUP PUBLISHING, and THE WILD ROSE PRESS as well as indie publishing. She is a member of RWA and several writing groups and chapters. Most days begin with her hands set to the keyboard and thinking "What if??"

Post Title: The Holiday Season has Arrived!

Book Title: Season of Magic, contemporary holiday & historical boxed set, featuring my romantic comedy, “Holiday Disaster.”

Log Line: for Season of Magic: Hopes and wishes. And holiday kisses...the Season of Magic.
Wrap yourself in the holiday spirit with five romantic stories filled with fun and forever after.

Book Blurb: for “Holiday Disaster”: The week before Christmas and all is in disarray when a librarian experiences horrible plumbing issues and a Mr. Maintenance Man who isn’t nearly as jolly as Santa Claus. This Christmas is a disaster.

Book excerpt: 

          Wrapping my hands around the older-than-time plumbing underneath my bathroom sink, I yanked, hoping-praying-hoping the darn thing would loosen up, and all would be saved. But no. Nada. Too darn tight.
          Merry Christmas to me. Not really.
          Obviously, somebody more muscular than me would be required to strong-arm the pipe free. Helpless feelings hunched my shoulders. I should have closed the drain stopper to prevent my contact from swirling merrily away when it popped out of my eye and flew in the sink. I hated feeling helpless.
          Not a great way to kick off the holiday season.
          When Dad donned his Mr. Fix-it hat and repaired stuff around the house, I should have paid more attention. Maybe I'd have learned something valuable, something resembling Plumbing 101. But like most little girls, playtime was ten times more fun.
          I declared surrender and called the condo's emergency number. The maintenance man who answered told me he was on his way. I hoped he hadn't said that to humor me. Lying had become my number one enemy. Lately, it seemed like everybody I knew told fibs:
          My co-workers: "It's in your mailbox."
          My boyfriend, rather, my ex-boyfriend: "She means nothing to me."
          My car dealership: "Your vehicle will be ready by noon tomorrow."
          Unfortunately, I'd had to fabricate an untruth—just a teeny weenie fib, really—to get the maintenance guy to come to my rescue so quickly.
          When I'd called, the man didn't sound thrilled to be coming to my aid at six-thirty in the morning. I wouldn't be a happy camper either. In fact, he sounded—I scrunched my nose—hungover, like he'd partied hearty until the wee hours.
          The doorbell chimed. I leapt to my feet and raced to the door, thinking please, let it be him. Please, God, please. He just has to find my contact and all will be saved.

Question for You Dear Reader:
What is the weather usually like for your Christmases?

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Friday, December 5, 2014

Book Fun Friday Welcomes Back Jennifer Eaton

 Book Fun Friday Welcomes Back Jennifer Eaton
With a Christmas Love Story!

 Jennifer M. Eaton

Corporate Team Leader by day, and Ranting Writer by night. Jennifer M. Eaton calls the East Coast of the USA home, where she lives with her husband, three energetic boys, and a pepped up poodle.
Jennifer’s perfect day includes long hikes in the woods, bicycling, swimming, snorkeling, and snuggling up by the fire with a great book; but her greatest joy is using her over-active imagination constructively… creating new worlds for everyone to enjoy.

 Today Book Feature: Paper Wishes

 on sale for .99 cents today!

Log Line Be careful what you wish for.

Book Tag Line : Jill has no idea what she wants for Christmas, but when it looks like her best friend Jack is going to get exactly what he asks for, Jill makes a Christmas wish that will change both of their lives forever.

Book Excerpt:

I scrolled the words Dear Santa across the page. For crying out loud, how stupid is this?
“Come on, Mom,” Nicole said, placing a long fold in her letter. “It’s not that hard.”
I dropped my pen on the table. “It’s hard if you’re a grown-up.”
“Just write down what you want.” She bent and tucked the folds together, molding her letter into a perfect origami star.
“But I don’t want anything.”
Nicole held up her creation, scratching a freckled cheek. “Everyone wants something.” She fastened a paperclip to her star and hung it on the Christmas tree. The matte paper stood out from the bright glass ornaments.
I ran my fingers across my bare neckline. I’d love to have back the ornate silver and gold necklace that Nicole broke a few months ago, but I couldn’t write that. It would hurt her feelings.
“I’m too old to be writing to Santa,” I announced.
“Then write to God. He listens too.”
I narrowed my eyes. Stinker. “Okay…” I placed my pen on the sheet and crossed out Dear Santa. “Okay. Dear God.” I sighed. “It’s not helping. I still don’t know what to ask for.”
I threw my long, dark ponytail over my shoulder and tapped my pen across the sheet, leaving a wavy line of dots marring the clean, white-lined paper.
Nicole shook her head, jostling her auburn locks. “Come on, Mom. Just write something. It’s God. He already knows what you want.”
“Then can He tell me?” The rumble of the school bus granted me a temporary respite. “Grab your lunch.”
“Got it.” She tossed the brown bag into her backpack and grabbed her jacket off the back of the chair. “See you later, Mom.” The screen door slammed behind her, rattling the knickknacks on the shelf beside the door. The frigid December air swirled through the kitchen, pushing the paper across the table.
I tossed my pen to the side and poured myself another cup of coffee. Liquid heaven rolled down my throat. Well, day-old reheated liquid heaven. I tossed the rest down the sink. Coffee Stop drive-through here I come. I popped the last bit of toast into my mouth and grabbed my car keys.
The nearly empty sheet of paper shifted across the tabletop as I passed by. The words Dear God taunted me.
Writing the letter didn’t seem like a game anymore.

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