Monday, January 20, 2014
Haunted Love: Now available in print! #ghosts #romance #PNR
I'm so excited to announce that all three books from the Hauntings at Inner Harbor ghost series are now available in one print book!
What do you get when you mix rugged guys, gorgeous women, a century-old haunted apartment building and meddling ghosts? Spicy, spine-tingling romance for three sexy couples, that’s what!
Hereafter
Pete doesn’t believe in ghosts. At least, not until he meets Angie, the beautiful spirit that haunts his apartment. Angie is looking for answers about her former earthly life, and Pete needs a reason to believe. But even if they find what they’re searching for, how can they share all the intimacies love has to offer…if he’s human and she’s a ghost!
Altered Frequency
Popular deejay Missy has decided the best way to heal from a tragic loss is to avoid men with dangerous jobs, and that includes her good-looking neighbor, Blake. When a matchmaking ghost gets involved—and danger rears its terrifying head—Missy and Blake realize they need each other in ways that are anything but physical.
Sidelined Afterlife
Try as he might, Hunter can’t shake the ghost that has been shadowing him. Enter Veronica, the psychic-medium who hates her “gift.” They realize early on that the only path to freedom is to help Hunter’s ghost find closure on unfinished business in this world. What Hunter and Veronica don’t realize is that falling in love might be part of the plan.
Available now on Amazon
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Thursday, January 16, 2014
Check out Haley Whitehall's newest release #valentine #romance
Time Traveling to find Mr.
Right
I’ve
often felt like I was born in the wrong generation. Ever since I first learned
about the Civil War in school I had a strong connection to that era. Do you
believe in past lives? Some people have read my writing and suggested I had a
past life during the Civil War. All I know is I wish I had a time machine so I could
go into the past and find my Mr. Right.
I guess
that is what inspired me to write “Civil War Valentine.” The heroine Charlie
Bristol, a museum curator, is the closest to being me than all the previous
characters I have written. Writing her story filled a need for me to give
myself a happy ending. Okay. Whew that was kind of deep, wasn’t it?
Valentine’s
Day celebrates love, and maybe due to all the sappy Hallmark movies and TV
shows it also seems magical to me. Valentine’s Day magic is evident in not only
“Civil War Valentine” but in all the novellas in Love, Valentine Style.
If you
had a time travel machine where in the past would you go to find Mr. Right? For
recently divorced Charlie Bristol she didn’t have choice, but she was pleased
with her destination.
Blurb Love, Valentine Style
(Civil War Valentine by Haley Whitehall)
Recently
divorced museum curator Charlie Bristol comes to Seattle to set up a display at
the Fine Art museum chronicling the history of Valentine’s Day. The director of
the museum surprises her with a package of Civil War valentines from an
anonymous donor. She reads the heartfelt messages and is touched by his words.
Does such powerful love still exist?
During
a nap she dreams she’s alive during the Civil War and meets Elliot Lowery, the
author of the valentines who mistakes her for his fiancée Charlotte. She and
Elliot negotiate the murky waters of wartime romance. When she wakes she’s
still under the dream's spell and Valentine’s Day love is in the air, but Charlotte
has no reason to celebrate. The man she loves died 150 years ago. Unless love
works some miracle even time and death cannot overcome.
Excerpt:
The
stew made her mouth water. This was classic country cooking, nothing like she
was used to having in New York City.
There was a knock at the door. Her chest constricted. Who could that be? Another knock. She found herself drawn to the door and slowly opened it as if the stranger might bite her.
A young man with thick black hair and a sexy five o’clock shadow stood there, a single red rose in his hand. He straightened, bringing his boot clad feet together. She worked her gaze up from his feet all the way up his long legs to his broad shoulders and dreamy blue-gray eyes. He was dressed in a Union uniform, the blue wool coat unbuttoned to reveal his white shirt underneath.
My imagination sure knows how to construct a good looking soldier!
The man smiled, showing a row of straight teeth. “Miss Adams,” he said in a deep voice. When she raised her eyebrow at the use of her maiden name, he frowned slightly. “I know I’ve been gone for several months, but I didn’t expect you to forget me.”
There was a knock at the door. Her chest constricted. Who could that be? Another knock. She found herself drawn to the door and slowly opened it as if the stranger might bite her.
A young man with thick black hair and a sexy five o’clock shadow stood there, a single red rose in his hand. He straightened, bringing his boot clad feet together. She worked her gaze up from his feet all the way up his long legs to his broad shoulders and dreamy blue-gray eyes. He was dressed in a Union uniform, the blue wool coat unbuttoned to reveal his white shirt underneath.
My imagination sure knows how to construct a good looking soldier!
The man smiled, showing a row of straight teeth. “Miss Adams,” he said in a deep voice. When she raised her eyebrow at the use of her maiden name, he frowned slightly. “I know I’ve been gone for several months, but I didn’t expect you to forget me.”
Buy Links:
Available
exclusively from Amazon
Bio:
Haley
Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys all four seasons and the
surrounding wildlife. She writes historical fiction and historical romance set
in the 19th century U.S. When she is not researching or writing, she plays with
her cats, watches the Western and History Channels, and goes antiquing. She is
hoping to build a time machine so she can go in search of her prince charming.
A good book, a cup of coffee, and a view of the mountains make her happy. Visit
Haley’s website at http://haleywhitehall.com.
Haley
loves to connect with readers. You can find her here:
Twitter: http://twitter.com/HaleyWhitehall
Newsletter: https://tinyletter.com/HaleyWhitehall
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Blog Swap: Tara Quinn's Delicious Delay #multicultural
Welcome to Tara Quinn! Tara and I are taking over each other's blogs today since we both have new releases. Get to know Tara and her books a little better here today, and then I hope you'll stop by Tara's blog because she asked me some very interesting questions on the interview on her blog!
Welcome, Tara! Please tell us a little about yourself.
Hi Joya and thanks for having me over! I would describe
myself as a newbie romance author. My very first novella was published about a
year ago, and since then I’ve written three other novellas (all romance, but
each falling into a different subgenre—sci-fi/post apocalyptic, fantasy,
suspense, and contemporary). My contemporary romance, Delicious Delay, was released by Decadent Publishing a little over
two weeks ago.
Wow...first of all HUGE congrats on your successful year! That's amazing. What inspires you to write?
Reading other books. Whenever a new book by Nalini Singh or
Kresley Cole comes out, I inhale it, and then I go back and reread their older
books. This usually results in a “I wish I could write like that one day”
moment, after which I flip open my laptop and start practicing.
That's a great inspiration. Readers make the best writers, right? What would be a *perfect* day for you?
Okay, this is really boring, but here goes:
08:30 – Wake up to the smell of cooked breakfast and hot tea
(courtesy of husband).
09:00 – Take care of all the early morning essentials.
09:30 – Take a pot of hot tea to the balcony and start
writing.
12:00 – Go to the Gym for a Les
Mills exercise class of some kind
13:00 – Replenish the calories I just burned.
14:30 – After a shower and change of clothes, continue
writing (interspersed with online “breaks”).
17:00 – Call it quits for the day, settle on the couch, and
fire up the Xbox.
18:30 – Dinner (with cheesecake for desert)
20:00 – Change into PJs and watch TV until it’s time to
sleep.
Haha! I don't think that's boring...sounds pretty fun. And relaxing. Can you tell us about the setting of your Delicious Delay? Why did you choose it?
It’s an unspecified Middle Eastern Airport inspired by the
one in Abu Dhabi, UAE. I was stranded there for eight hours and decided it
would be a perfect spot for a short erotic romance.
That's very cool! A great way to make the best of your delay, too. What's the most romantic thing any has done for you?
After watching me struggle to type Tower in the Woods (my first published novella) on his iPad, my
husband snuck out of the house and bought me a Macbook Air.
Very sweet of your hubby! Where can readers get your book?
I’ve consolidated all the links on my website (http://taraquan.com/delicious-delay/),
but below are the main ones.
Decadent Publishing: http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=884&osCsid=l5v02lde4tsn7a75fqa9lnbah5
Thanks for stopping by today, Tara, and for doing this fun blog swap!
Find Tara online here:
Website: http://taraquan.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/taraquanauthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/laylatarar
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/taraquan
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00B19HWJQ
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/taraquanauthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/laylatarar
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/taraquan
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00B19HWJQ
Delicious Delay - Blurb:
Stranded in a Middle Eastern airport, Michelle Day finds
herself the object of interest for an abrasive, but all-too-sexy stranger—a
stranger who tempts her with the forbidden in a land where indecency could get
her killed. But how does one say no to such a deliciously, relentless pursuit?
Khalid Al Dehri takes one look at the red-headed spitfire in
the business class lounge and knew he’d either been transported to heaven—or
hell. Her tart response to his surliness intrigues him beyond all propriety and
the longer he spends in her company, the more he can’t deny his forbidden attraction.
But will she explore the sensuality between them or will society’s rules keep
them apart?
Excerpt:
He grinned. “So I have a
proposal.”
She tried to get her breathing under control, without much
success. “Why am I sure it’s an indecent one?”
He motioned his head toward the far end of the lounge.
Latticed wooden screens gave that particular section more privacy. In an
L-shaped room, the tucked-away location prevented a direct line of sight from
the dining or reception areas.
He got up and offered her his hand. She hesitated for a long
moment before taking it. With faltering footsteps, she followed him. More
private or not, limits on how far this could go existed due to them being in an
airport lounge. Since her self-control had chosen today to take a vacation, she
appreciated the imposed constraint.
He lowered himself onto a plush leather sofa deep inside the
cordoned area. With walls on either side and screens strategically angled, the
space seemed to have been designed as a spot for people to nap.
On the brink of crossing a dangerous line, she hesitated.
“What exactly do you have in mind?”
“I’m just giving you the opportunity to have your way with
me,” he offered, his face the picture of innocence.
She hadn’t expected that answer.
“I don’t quite follow.”
He kicked one of his legs out and tangled it with hers. She
stumbled and instinctively moved her hands forward to brace herself. Her palms
flattened over his hard muscled chest when she landed.
She traced the shape of his
pectorals. “What do you do all day? Work out?”
He chuckled, the low rumble all male. “I have access to the
best personal trainers money can buy. They help keep me honest.”
She shook her head in disbelief as the man preened. “Have
you heard of a concept called humility?”
“It’s not one of my virtues,” he
admitted. “I’ve never understood the point.”
She sighed. “It’s the polite
thing to do.”
He placed his forefinger under her chin and tipped her head
up, his expression playful. “So what is a sweet, polite, goody two shoes doing
on top of me?”
Monday, January 6, 2014
Olivia Starke's Project Terminal: Legacy Book 1
Please welcome Olivia Starke and her newly released series today. Once you read this sneak peek about the book, you'll want to get your copy quickly!
Project Terminal: Legacy Book 1 Olivia's new paranormal erotic romance
series is available NOW from Beachwalk Press Amazon B&N ARe
Blurb:
Zombies
and super soldiers? Laura is the one hope for a world gone Hollywood crazy.
In only
a matter of hours Laura Swift has been bitten by a zombie, rescued by Mr. Tall,
Dark, and Foreboding, and thrown into a world gone Hollywood crazy. She has no
choice but to follow Damian into his underworld of manipulated viruses and
genetically altered super soldiers. Even as her life hangs in the balance, she
can't deny the attraction she feels for the incredibly sexy and thoroughly
imposing Infantryman.
Damian
Gonsalves believes he has a cure for the virus changing innocent people into
bloodthirsty undead. Within Laura is the key to stopping the horrific plague.
All he has to do is keep her alive and safe, and stay one step ahead of those
pursuing them. Her stubbornness frustrates him to no end, while her body drives
him to distraction.
When
they discover the secret behind Project Terminal, will they survive long enough
to help stop the unleashed horror? Or will they just be two more victims of a
virus threatening all of humanity?
Excerpt:
"Four
more hours. We have to prepare."
Laura
went cold. "Prepare?"
"The
progression will snowball from here." His voice dead, he continued to
stare at some unseen view.
He'd
kissed her with such passion, now he spoke without emotion. How could someone
do such a turnabout? The lousy bastard. Rage, white hot in intensity,
shot through her, her head swimming with it.
"Maybe
you're just stupid, Damian. Stupid for allowing a zombie thing to attack me. I
wouldn't be dying if it wasn't for you. You deserve this, not me." Her
fists balled at the injustice of it all. "You should die for this."
She
sucked in wheezing breaths, unable to fill her lungs, and fell back on her
butt. Her eyes widened, searching a darkened corner of the room, a distorted
face appearing from the shadows. It grinned with broken, yellowed teeth, its
eyes glowing in the dimness.
She
gagged over raw terror.
"Oh
my God, I saw something over there." She scrambled backward. "Damian,
one of those things is in here."
* * * *
Damian
glanced around the sparsely furnished room. Other than a few flies and
mosquitoes buzzing around them they were alone.
He
closed his eyes, the weight of guilt pressing down making it difficult to
speak. "We're alone, Laura. Nobody else is in here."
The
night wore on, and fits of anger mingled with her confusion. Several times he'd
had to prevent her from dashing out the door. He paced the confines of the
living room, waiting for the last of the madness to run its course. Laura lay
on the floor, lashing out toward some unseen attacker, before her breathing
became rapid, labored pants. White foam bubbled from her mouth.
He
pinched the bridge of his nose, turning away. He'd become disillusioned with
the system he'd given his life to shortly after discovering they'd screwed up
royally in creating the virus. In a lab he'd watched a man succumb to it,
changing into a soulless corpse. It'd been horrific the first time he'd
witnessed it. Afterward Headquarters had assigned him to track down an infected
woman outside of the facility. It was his duty as a super soldier to clean up
their mistakes. Now he wanted nothing more than to see the lab destroyed,
something he should've done in the first place. He should've listened to Doug
and Max, two of the doctors from the early days of the project. Their warnings
had come to pass, but he'd been a stubborn, misinformed jackass.
Curled
in the fetal position, Laura looked like a sick child, fragile and broken. His
throat constricted, even though it was ridiculous to have feelings for someone
you didn't know. He was military, Army Infantry, for Christ's sake, he
knew how to pull a trigger without regret.
Laura
rolled onto her back, staring toward the ceiling with glassy eyes. Despite the
tremulous hold she had on life, she was already dead.
He
existed as a government killing machine—an automaton they'd designed. Nothing
more. He'd given his humanity away to the project. He wasn't much better than
the corpses he hunted.
"I'm
so sorry this happened to you, baby. You were right, I deserved this,
not you."
His
vision blurred when he stared down the barrel, the silencer aimed squarely
between her eyes, his heart beating a crazed rhythm in his chest. His finger
squeezed ever so slightly on the trigger. Outside a mourning dove called to its
mate, a haunting song echoing in the room. He recalled a story from his youth
about how a dove would arrive to carry a person's soul to the afterlife. If he
believed in anything but the here and now, in that moment he would've thought
it true.
Laura's
mouth gaped open, strangled noises escaping her throat, seizures taking her
into death throes.
He
lowered his arm and thumped the butt of his gun against his thigh, waiting for
the monster to appear. When she became the undead, when she moved to attack
him, he'd have the power to destroy her. She deserved one last try to get the
best of him. Maybe it wasn't Laura anymore, but he'd honor the fighting spirit
within her. She'd never get past him, but if she took a piece of him in the
process he'd have an excuse to end the whole goddamned thing here, in this
stinking house. If he ever got infected his duty would be to put a bullet in
his own head.
Laura's
body stilled, her eyelids drifting closed.
Any
moment…
Her eyes
popped wide open, her back arching. She sucked in a breath as if surfacing from
deep waters. He turned his body sideways, leveling his gun in dead aim, waiting
for the corpse to lunge.
"Damian?"
Friday, January 3, 2014
Resolutions is Now Available in Print #HonorGuardSeries
Welcome Teri Riggs today! Resolutions, one of the books in Teri's Honor Guard series, is now available in print. Hope you'll check it out. I'm off to get my copy now (and is that a sexy cover, or what?)!
Honor Guard Series
Resolutions
by Teri Riggs
DEA agent Eve Taylor has had her fill of alpha
males. When Resolutions’ operative and former lover, Dillon “Mac” McKenna,
threatened her hard-earned independence, she ran. On a mission to gather
evidence against a Colombian drug-lord, Eve discovers the drug-lord is helping
terrorists plan an attack on American soil. Before she can escape with the
vital information, she’s captured and comes face to face with her mortality…
As a teen, Mac watched his family fall apart after his mother died doing
dangerous U.N. work. The possibility of losing Eve to a mission ignited an
overwhelming need to protect her. When he forced her to choose him or her job,
she walked away. Two years later, it seems all his nightmares have come true
and he’s tasked with rescuing her from a Colombian prison. Mac has never
stopped loving Eve, but does he dare risk his heart when he’s so terrified of
losing…
On the run, Mac and Eve must learn to trust each other again in order to stay
alive.
Note: Resolutions is a private black ops agency specializing in the
near-impossible extractions of kidnap victims, hostages, and all forms of
intelligence other agencies have failed to retrieve.
Honor Guard Series
Resolutions is
available as an ebook and NOW you can get it on Amazon in print!
As a
small girl Teri didn’t read bedtime stories, she made up her own. When her
children came along, Teri always tweaked the fairy tales she told her
daughters, giving them a bit more punch and better endings when needed.
Now she spends her days turning her ideas into books. She lives in
Marietta, GA with her husband.
Contact Details:
Website: http://teririggs.com
Email: teririggs@gmail.com
Twitter: @TeriLRiggs
Enjoy the following excerpt for RESOLUTIONS:
Beefy hands wrenched Eve
awake from a fevered sleep, pulled her from the cell, and shoved her into a
musty-smelling hallway. I’m being moved? A guard pushed her with one hand,
keeping a tight grip on an AK-47 rifle with his other.
Her shoulder throbbed in
perfect cadence with the pains shooting through her broken wrist, and she had
one badass headache from being punched in the face a few too many times. Using
her good hand, she walked fingers across one cheek, then the other. The right
side was totally numb. Her eye had swollen shut, and she couldn’t see a damn
thing out of it. She ran her tongue across her teeth and tasted the tart,
copper flavor of blood. Three teeth loose. Well, at least they’re still in
place.
In spite of the relentless
pain, she stayed determined to survive whatever Mendoza dished out. She wasn’t a quitter. No,
sir. Duncan Falls ,
Iowa didn’t
grow quitters. Eve ignored the constant ache in her ribs, courtesy of a guard’s
overzealous kick, and took in a deep breath. She willed herself to stay alert,
to keep pushing. Escape. Third times the charm.
Eve slapped the guard’s
dirty hand. “Hey, Pedro, stop being so damned pushy. Where we going anyway? We
got a hot date I’ve forgotten about?”
He looked puzzled then
shoved her again.
“Don’t understand English,
do you, Diego? Bet you understand this.” Eve drove her elbow into the guard’s
face. Thick rubbery cartilage gave, and she whooped triumphantly.
Blood squirted from his
nose and he screamed.
Eve stepped back. “Yep, I’m
pretty sure you understand that.”
Unable to grab the guard’s
assault rifle, she clutched her injured shoulder, and took off in a slow jog,
no longer able to push any harder.
Her escape was short lived.
Resolutions was a finalist in the prestigious Daphne Du Maurier
contest for unpublished authors.
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