Saturday, 7 December 2013
Welcome to the 12 Days of Christmas Tour with Jane Lark.
After signing with publisher Harper Impulse, Jane, author of the smash-hit Marlow Intrigues series, has decided to end 2013 with a bang! She’s gathered together some of the industry’s best authors to create one enormous Christmas giveaway.
The huge prize is made up of more than 30 books, a combination of signed paperbacks and eBooks, and two gorgeous book bags. It’s the perfect early Christmas present for any bookworm and all you’ve got to do to win is feast your eyes on the details below and enter via the Rafflecopter . . .
To kick off the prizes, Jane is giving away copies of her much loved The Illicit Love of a Courtesan and its highly anticipated follow-up The Passionate Love of a Rake
Jane’s books have been a huge hit with fans, leading to an ever-increasing fan base and comments such as:
“Jane Lark has an amazing talent to draw the reader in from the first page onwards.”
And to celebrate her upcoming December release of NA novel I Found You, you could also win a unique rucksack.
The book is already causing excitement among readers and looks set to be the must-read NA of 2014.
But that’s not all folks! As if Jane’s books weren’t enough, check out the other amazing books included in the prize pot, you’re sure to find one or two of your fav authors getting involved . . .
Entry to Jane Lark’s 12 Days of Christmas giveaway extravaganza is easy, just follow the authors on Facebook or Twitter, plus maybe give the comp a shout-out tweet (or two) all via the Rafflecopter below and you’re golden. But don’t forget to keep your fingers crossed too!
Signed paperbacks are to be sent from the authors themselves. Jane Lark, BestChickLit and/or any authors involved accept no responsibility for delivery failures. The winner must be open to accepting eBooks in any format i.e. Kindle copies and via iTunes voucher, from different sources. In the event of .mobi copies, the winner must have an Amazon Kindle account and be prepared to add selected addresses as approved emails on their Personal Document settings.
Some of the books involved in the giveaway contain adult and sexual content and this should be taken into consideration before reading. Jane Lark, BestChickLit, Harper Impulse and any of the participating authors are free to amend any of the giveaway details at any time.
Friday, 6 December 2013
Welcome to my site, LA! I am so happy to host a Wild Rose Press author as it has been a while since I've reconnected with the many friends I have there. I think this is the first time we've met though, so I'm really looking forward to getting to know you better and finding out more about your Christmas release :) Let's get started with the questions…
1) Did you set any goals for 2013?
After getting a publishing contract, I immediately started on another manuscript. It’s now sitting in my editor’s inbox. Fingers crossed, another contract will be coming soon, too.
2) Who or what has been your biggest influence as a writer?
I’ve always written as a hobby, but never had the confidence to submit anything of my own until recently. Not long ago I picked up a book by a writer I will call Bags O’Money. Although a huge best seller, it was one of the worst novels I’d ever read—stilted dialog, bland forgettable characters, and a moronic illogical storyline. As soon as I finished slogging through the giant stinking dung pile I started writing. I figured if Bags O’Money’s hot mess of a novel could find a publisher, I had a shot. Bags has been a useful mentor. Every time I get stuck on a plot point I ask myself, what would Bags O’Money do? Then I do the opposite.
3) How long does it take you to write a 50,000-60,000 word manuscript?
I set a goal of 1200 words a day. I’m not one of those writers who can whip out twenty pages without coming up for air. If I do much more than 1200 words the writing gets stale. After the manuscript is finished I put it away for a few weeks. Editing takes roughly the same amount of time as writing.
4) Tease us with a blurb/short except
Not your mama’s yuletide tale unless she had too much egg nog or was born with a cheeky sense of humor.
Murder, mystical artifacts, an invisible demon with anger management issues, and an overbearing cupid—not what Rosalie Thatcher wished for on her Christmas list. The holidays had always been a magical time for Rosalie, but not this year. Stephanie, her new manager at Penrose’s Department Store, is determined to make this season the most profitable in the store’s history, even if it sucks the life out of every employee. Introducing arbitrary rules and stealing the affections of Anthony, the cute temp Santa, were bad enough, but forcing Rosalie into the stupid elf hat was the worst. The worst, that is, until she meets a real E.L.F. (Elemental Life Form) named David and gets lassoed into a desperate hunt for the stolen Naughty and Nice List. Rosalie and David must dodge a murderous invisible demon and recover the missing artifact before hellhounds track them down. The couple race against time for without the magical guidance of the Naughty and Nice List, the world will tumble toward eternal chaos.
5) Tell us about a new author you’ve recently discovered
I just finished Red and Grey by Christina Brant, an entertaining re-imagining of Little Red Riding Hood. The author changes a child’s bedtime tale to an adult story by combining fairy tale lore with werewolf mythology. The woodsman, grandmother, and even a fairy godmother, are included, but not as you expect. The cover art is also quite striking.
6) Name two romances you’ve read more than once
Price and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility. What can I say—no one does it better than Jane. How wonderful is it that she wrote so long ago and yet her work still resonates with readers today. I swear the couple living right down the street from me is a mirror image of Mr. and Mrs. Bennett.
7) Tell us about your first car.
In college I bought a used robin’s egg blue 1973 VW Beetle, with a navy blue vinyl roof. The style was called California Special (no idea why). I lovingly dubbed him Chucko (again, no idea why) and dressed him up with a pair of bright floral seat covers. I’m not sure how much mileage I put on Chucko because the odometer didn’t work, but we went everywhere together. He was the perfect traveling companion; supportive, reliable, and always ready to take me antiquing. Damn, I just realized my car was gay.
8) Where can we find you?
Thanks for being here today, LA! Wishing you lots of success and sales - comments? Questions?
Posted by Rachel Brimble at 01:02
Wednesday, 4 December 2013
Hi Noelle! Nice to meet you and have you visit my blog - Wishing you all the best with your ongoing tour :)
1. What do you wish men understood about women?
We are just as human as they are. (Women need to understand that about men too, by the way!)
2. Do you only work on one book at a time?
No, I usually have a few going at different stages at any given time, but I only work through a stage of one book at once. For instance, when I’m writing the first draft of a book, I don’t work on anything else until it’s done. But then I’ll move on to revise another book before I revise the book I just drafted. Then I might polish up another book before I get back to the first book.
3. Who is your favorite fictional couple?
Oh, that’s such a hard question. Maybe Anne and Captain Wentworth in Persuasion. I’m also crazy about Dianora and Brandin in Guy Gavriel Kay’s Tigana (although they’re such a hard couple to root for).
4. Do you have a favorite quote that sums up how you feel about life?
“Of making many books there is no end…” (Ecclesiastes 12:12b)
5. Do you set daily writing goals? Word count? Number of chapters? Do you get a chance to write every day?
I work full-time, so I don’t have time to write every day. I usually set myself a goal for the week, and then I take as many days as necessary to complete it. The goal is usually in chapters (i.e., I’m going to write four chapters this week or I’m going to revise Chapters 6-12 this week).
6. What do you like better, Twitter or Facebook? Why?
I like Facebook much better. I’ve never gotten the hang of Twitter, and I’m incredibly introverted – so it’s really hard for me to jump into conversations with people I don’t know. With Facebook, it feels more like I’m just putting things out there and it’s no big deal if people don’t engage with it (although usually they’re kind and do).
7. What are you working on now?
I’m working on the third Heirs of Damon book, and I’m putting the last touches on my Christmas book.
8. Tell us about your latest release and where we can find it.
Seducing the Enemy has a Romeo and Juliet type set-up, in which a couple meet and fall for each other when their families hate each other. It has a lot of romance and conflict and humor.
Include personal links. Bio and up to 3 accompanying pics J
Seducing the Enemy
by Noelle Adams
After being injured in a tragic accident as a child, Marietta Edwards has lived a sheltered life. Finally recovered, she wants to indulge in pleasures entirely new to her, beginning with seducing a sexy stranger. It’s her bad luck when she realizes that the man who awakened her body and emotions is none other than Harrison Damon. Their families have been embroiled in a fifteen-year legal battle. The man she’s given herself to is her worst enemy.
The heir to a vast fortune, Harrison believes the unforgettable night he spent with Marietta is just a fling. Then he discovers she’s an Edwards—a woman born of the family he despises most. He shouldn’t see her again, but no matter how he tries, he can’t quench his attraction for her. He doesn’t know what her game is, and he won’t let her seduce him again.
Can two people destined to be enemies find love with each other?
He couldn’t take her in the back hallway of a nightclub, no matter how tempted he was.
He forced himself to release her and step back, still bracing himself with one hand on the wall.
Her cheeks were deep pink, her hair messy, and her lips swollen. She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. “Wow,” she said. “Wow.”
“Did you want to…” She ducked her head to hide an inexplicably shy expression.
“I hope you were going to ask whether I wanted to continue this elsewhere. Because the answer is definitely yes.”
She raised her eyes, and excitement flickered through her lingering heat. “Really? You don’t have to go back to work?”
He smiled, privately cursing the damned inspection report he still needed to write. He was never late. His responsibilities as a Damon were always his priority.
“Work can wait.” He couldn’t miss out spending the night with this beautiful, passionate woman. The report wasn’t urgent, and he could get up early tomorrow to prepare for the settlement meeting.
She looked surprised when he suggested they go to his hotel, so he wondered if she’d thought he was a local.
It was nice that she had no idea who he was.
While she texted her friend, he ducked back into the main room to grab his tablet and tell the floor manager to release his table.
“By the way, I’m Etta,” she said as they waited for his car.
“Harri—” he began, then cut himself off. She might not recognize his face—not everyone did—but she could easily recognize his name. And that might change things.
“You don’t really look like a Harry, but I like it.”
He’d always hated being called “Harry.” In fact, schoolmates had only used that name when they wanted to annoy him. After hearing Etta say his name with that particular lilt, however, he decided it wasn’t so bad.
She beamed with an overflow of warm excitement.
“What did I do to deserve that smile?”
She flushed and glanced down. “Am I too excited?”
He almost choked. “Too excited? Who the hell told you that was even possible?”
“I don’t know. It’s just that the world seems to think being cool is the way to go, and I can never pull it off.”
He realized that was one of the reasons why she seemed so different, why she seemed so real. There was no pretense about her, and it thrilled him. “Cool is overrated.”
She peered up at him curiously. “You seem to pull it off very well.”
“Maybe I’m overrated.”
“That remains to be seen.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in Virginia, where she teaches English, reads any book she can get her hands on, and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.
She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances.
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/seducing-the-enemy-noelle-adams/1116968336?ean=9781622663194
Noelle will be awarding a $25 to Amazon or B&N GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.
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Sunday, 1 December 2013
About the book:
Title: Betting It All
Author: Cate Masters
Genres: Historical Romance
Author: Cate Masters
Genres: Historical Romance
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Can the daughter of a well-known prostitute start a new life where no one knows her family history? Norah Hawkins is sure going to try. When a letter arrives deeding her property in San Francisco, she packs her bags.
Irishman Gerard MacKenzie likes his life free and easy, but is tired of the snobbish East Coast folk. San Francisco has enough vice and folly to suit his needs. Meeting Norah gives him the opportunity to bartend in her saloon. Maybe he can convince her to let him play the piano. She’s a shrewd businesswoman, and negotiating with her makes his blood boil. Damn if she doesn’t make his blood boil in other ways, too.
The morning of April 18, 1906, a terrible earthquake buries their dreams beneath the city’s ruins. Can Norah and Mac rebuild their lives? Will rebuilding their dreams bond them forever, or tear them apart?
Decadent Publishing http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=823&osCsid=9ti2eht9jasdt0l411ksvqdhk7
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Lord, she must have left her common sense in New Jersey. A man like Mac would prove to be nothing but trouble. Mischief twinkled in his eyes. Back in her hotel room to repack her scant belongings, Norah felt it in her bones. Deeper than your bones, a small voice told her. She felt it in a way unfamiliar to her. It rattled her nerves. It turned her thoughts to him at the most inconvenient times, wondering what sort of man Gerard McKenzie truly was beneath his sharp tongue and wily ways. It robbed her of common sense and self-control, inventing ways to stay near him. When he’d practically insisted she hire him, the thrill running through her both startled and intrigued her. No man had so much as laid a finger on her, not with her permission anyway. Yet she found herself imagining what Mac’s touch might feel like.
In the hallway, he whistled Melody of Love. She imagined him singing the lyrics:
Hold me in your arms, dear
Dream with me
Cradled by your kisses, tenderly
While a choir of angels from above
Sings our melody of love.
What must it be like, to know such a deep love? To trust a man with her heart?
A small laugh burst forth. If she’d learned anything in her twenty-five years, it was that men couldn’t be trusted. Especially not with a woman’s heart. The only time she’d given in to curiosity and let her heart rule over her head left her burning with shame. The thrill of Floyd Enders’s attentions turned to surprise when his fluttering kiss grew forceful, his groping desperate as he pinned her to the ground. Another attempt to prove her cut from the same cloth as Estelle, another whore to be used at his whim and tossed aside.
A bitter chuckle escaped. She’d done the tossing instead, and her kick to his hard groin left him writhing in agony. Too bad it wasn’t the lasting kind of pain, like he’d inflicted on her, claiming she’d begged for it. His lie followed her for years on the whispering lips of other boys who wanted what Floyd supposedly had.
Would Mac treat her so poorly? Of course not. She’d provide him with wages. If she wasn’t careful, he’d woo more from her, and soon she’d have less than nothing. No money, no saloon and worst, a ruined reputation. No man would rob her of that.
She lifted her bag, then thought better of it. Let Mac learn right away to take orders from her. After setting it on the bed, she put on her hat and opened the door.
Mac leaned his shoulder against the wall, one leg crossed over the other, aimlessly twirling his tweed cap in his hands. Glancing up, he straightened and scrunched the cap.
At least he pretended seriousness. “Please get my bags.”
He flashed a smile and winked. “Yes ma’am.”
A more fragile female might be devastated by his charms. Oh, she hoped this wouldn’t turn out to be a terrible mistake.
Hoisting one bag under his arm, he grabbed the handle of the remaining one. “All set.”
“Excellent.” She led the way downstairs, stopping at the front desk to check out and settle her account. Outside, she found Mac wearing his cap and a smile.
The bustle of the busy street made her hurry in excitement. “I wish I had time to explore the city.”
“It’s something, isn’t it? Makes me feel more alive.”
Slowing her pace, she glanced over. “Yes. Exactly.” She couldn’t hide her surprise at sharing that feeling. “Once I make my success, I’ll indulge my curiosity. Until then, I have too much work ahead.” She hurried on.
He fell into easy step with her. “There’s always time for work. My mama always said it’s more important to take time to celebrate.”
“Life.” He said it as if she should have known the answer.
Funny, she’d never shared that inclination. Life presented too many challenges, too many obstacles she had to scrabble over. “
Multipublished, award-winning author Cate Masters has made beautiful central Pennsylvania her home, but she’ll always be a Jersey girl at heart. When not spending time with her dear hubby, she can be found in her lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and fantasy/paranormal stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company. Look for her at and in strange nooks and far-flung corners of the web.
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Giveaway: Ebook of Betting It All
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Saturday, 30 November 2013
A Western Romance Novella (Book 4, Burnett Brides Series)Eugenia Burnett has gotten what she wants. Her three sons are married and she has three grandchildren, with the fourth on the way. But she hasn’t given up her matchmaking ways. Now she’s moved on to the people she knows and she’s matching widows and widowers together. Until one widower, Wyatt Jones let’s her know in front of a crowded restaurant that he’s not interested in any of the women she keeps sending him except her. Sworn never to remarry, she doesn’t need a husband or want one. She’s a free spirit doing what she pleases and no one is going to boss her around. But Wyatt wants Eugenia and she says no.
In this western historical romance novella, come back to the old west and spend Christmas with the Burnett family. See Eugenia meet her match in cowboy Wyatt Jones.
In this western historical romance novella, come back to the old west and spend Christmas with the Burnett family. See Eugenia meet her match in cowboy Wyatt Jones.
Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Christmas-Bride-Western-Romance-Novella-ebook/dp/B00FJA99TO/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1384632963&sr=1-3&keywords=the+christmas+bride
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Smashwords - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/375320
The Christmas Bride
By Sylvia McDaniel
The door to the café opened, the cold wind slamming it against the wall. The restaurant grew quiet with the sudden entrance, and Eugenia turned to see who was making such a racket.
Wyatt Jones stood in the doorway, his muscular frame filling the opening. His cowboy hat sat at an angle on top of his head, and his large brown eyes scanned the room.
In his hand, he carried a duffle bag.
Eugenia tried to ignore the big man as he strolled through the doorway and removed his Stetson.
Their gazes locked across the room, and he smiled, his full lips turning up in a grin that made her body soften and her heart give an extra little ca-thunk. He spoke to the waitress, but his gaze never wavered from Eugenia.
Uh-oh. A tingle of nerves zinged through her bones. This couldn’t be good.
His boots made a rhythmic thump, thump, thump on the wooden floor as he walked with a determined stride straight toward her, his bag in hand, his spurs jingling. Nervously, she licked her lips.
Myrtle’s back faced the door, and she continued to blather about something. But Eugenia couldn’t seem to focus on the words. All she could see was this handsome cowboy walking her way. She couldn’t stop staring at him. She knew he was coming for her.
She’d already sent several women his way, and she didn’t think he was here to thank her for curing his loneliness.
Wyatt stopped at their table, touching the rim of his hat as he glanced at Myrtle. “Morning Mrs. Sanders. Nice to see you.”
He pivoted to Eugenia, his brown eyes dancing with merriment. Staring into those earthy eyes, a warm flush settled over her like a blanket. He opened the bag, withdrew a casserole dish, and laid it on the table. He took a second dish out and placed it alongside the first one, and then another, and another.
When he finished, six clean, empty casserole dishes sat in front of her.
His mouth turned up in that slow, lazy grin that burned a sizzle along her spine. Why did this man make her feel like she’d raced her grandchildren around the yard and couldn’t catch her breath? Why did this man make her more nervous than a virgin on her wedding day? Why did this man have her wondering how his lips would feel against her own?
“Eugenia,” he said in that deep drawl that sent shivers skittering over her. “You’ve been mighty busy, sending women out to my house. You’ve kept me and my men well fed the last couple of weeks.”
“Glad I could help,” she said, her voice sounding breathy and soft.
He leaned in close and put his hands on either side of her, effectively pinning her in the chair. She felt the urge to jump up and run, but resisted. She sat there, stared him in the eye and refused to back down. No longer would she back down to any man. Never again.
“While I appreciate the effort, I’m not taking the bait. There’s only one woman in this town that I’m interested in pursuing to become my wife.” The deep timbre of his voice was low and commanding.
“And pray tell, who would that be?” she asked, knowing she would have him hitched as soon as possible.
“You, Eugenia Burnett. You.”
Sylvia McDaniel is a best-selling, award-winning author of historical romance and contemporary romance novels. Known for her sweet, funny, family-oriented romances, Sylvia is the author of The Burnett Brides a western historical western series, The Cuvier Widows, a Louisiana historical series, and several short contemporary romances.
Former President of the Dallas Area Romance Authors, a member of the Romance Writers of America®, and a member of Novelists Inc, her novel, A Hero’s Heart was a 1996 Golden Heart Finalist. Several other books have placed or won in the San Antonio Romance Authors Contest, LERA Contest, and she was a Golden Network Finalist.
Married for nearly twenty years to her best friend, they have two dachshunds that are beyond spoiled and a good-looking, grown son who thinks there’s no place like home. She loves gardening, shopping, knitting and football (Cowboys and Bronco’s fan), but not necessarily in that order.
Currently she’s written sixteen novels and is hard at work on number seventeen. Look for her the first Tuesday of every month at the Plotting Princesses blogspot http://plottingprincesses.blogspot.com/.
Be sure to sign up for her newsletter to learn about new releases, contests and every month a new subscriber is entered into a drawing for a free book.
You can write to Sylvia at P.O. Box 2542, Coppell, TX 75019 or visit her web site:
Twitter - https://twitter.com/SylviaJMcDaniel
Website - http://www.sylviamcdaniel.com/
Amazon Author Page - http://www.amazon.com/Sylvia-McDaniel/e/B001KI5TAM/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1378748178&sr=8-2-ent
2 ebook copies (one to each winner) of The Christmas Bride
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