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April 20, 2012

Friday Quickie

25 quickie facts about Mac Crowne:

Birthday? August 14th
Favorite color? Forrest green
Favorite animal? Cat definitely
Siblings? I have seven actual sibs and countless wannabe sibs who show up at our wild and frequent family events.
Favorite drink? Sweet, chilled white wine, but a cosmo comes in a close second.
If you were a jelly bean flavor, what flavor would you be? YUCK! Can’t I be a chocolate cupcake instead?
Favorite author? Susan Elizabeth Phillips always makes me laugh amid the sighs.
Favorite dish? Timothy Olyphant would be my favorite two-legged variety.
Ice cream flavor? Coffee
Favorite Season? Summer
Plotter or Pantser? Pantser for sure.
Hobbies? Reading - and twirling my hair.
Dream vacation? Caribbean Cruising baby!
Favorite TV show? Justified. (I can’t get enough of Timothy Olyphant)
Musical preference? Anyone with an awesome voice does it for me.
Pet peeve? Computer hackers. There is a special place in hell for people who use their talent to destroy.
Favorite place to write? My back patio.
Favorite song? Barbara Streisand’s version of On Holy Ground ties with Prince’s Little Red Corvette.
Odd family fact? We are descendants of John Adams through my maternal grandmother.
Unforgettable moment? There are so many of them, but my most recent was witnessing my son’s joy the moment his son, and my first grandson, was born.
Favorite Superhero? Spongebob. He maintains his joy of life, despite being surrounded by so many pessimists.
Spicy or not? Spicy
Cat or Dog? Cat
Favorite candy bar? Reese’s Peanut butter cup
Favorite guilty pleasure? Did I mention my friends call me Vacation Mac? I repeat, cruising baby!



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To break a curse, Keely must embrace her fairie heritage, but can she trust the handsome Halfling who haunts her dreams and holds her heart?

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To learn more about Mackenzie Crowne and her writing, check out her blog: http://macsmadmania.blogspot.com/

April 13, 2012

Off to RT!

I'm taking off today to the Romantic Times Convention in Chicago.
Interested in meeting up with me?
Look for the chick in the Black Phoenix tee!
Don't forget to ask me about the very special promo item I'm taking along.
Hope to see you there!

April 10, 2012

Laura Kaye’s WEST OF WANT Preview & Prizes Event!

Happy WEST OF WANT Preview and Prizes Event, everyone! Today, April 10, was the original release date for Book 2 in my Hearts of the Anemoi series, West of Want. And then some really cool things happened: my publisher, Entangled Publishing, signed a huge deal with the nation’s biggest book distributor, which means for the first time ever, my books will be shelved in brick-and-mortar bookstores. And then, West of Want received a very nice pre-sales estimate by the booksellers and Barnes and Nobles bought it for all their stores nationwide (and it got bought for airports, too—squee!). The only bad news in this whole scenario was this: the release date got pushed back, by three LONG months! LOL So, I thought I’d celebrate the original release date with a preview of the book and a big contest, and give you a small taste to whet your appetite until the actual release date arrives.

"Laura Kaye’s captivating writing and vibrant world-building will have readers hooked on the gods of the Anemoi. WEST OF WANT is steamy, spellbinding, and a must-read for all romance fantasy fans."
~Elisabeth Naughton, author of the Eternal Guardians series

Forty sites are celebrating with me today, and there are different posts at those different sites. To see the whole list of participants, click here. Now, without further ado, here’s the book blurb and one of four different never-before-seen excerpts from the book available for you to enjoy:

WEST OF WANT BLURB:
Betrayal is all he's ever known, but in her, he'll find a love strong enough to be trusted...

When Marcella Raines' twin brother dies, she honors his request to be buried at sea, never expecting the violent storm that swamps her boat. Though she's gravely injured--and still emotionally damaged from her recent divorce--Ella fights to survive.

Zephyros Martius is the Supreme God of the West Wind and Spring, but being the strongest Anemoi hasn't protected him from betrayal and loss. Worse, he's sure his brother Eurus is behind it. When Zeph's heartbreak whips up a storm that shipwrecks a human, his guilt forces him to save her.

Ella is drawn to the vulnerability Zeph hides beneath his otherworldly masculinity and ancient blue eyes. And her honesty, empathy, and unique, calming influence leave Zeph wanting...everything. When Eurus threatens Ella, she and Zeph struggle to let go of the past, defend their future, and embrace what they most want--a love that can be trusted.

WEST OF WANT EXCERPT:

Zeph concentrated and allowed his mind to travel in search of his brother’s unique energy signature. As polar opposites, their energies were connected. Yin and yang. Life and death. West and East. So he found Eurus, easily. Within blocks of Ella’s house. Thunder rumbled around him as he flowed through the air in pursuit.

Corporeality returned in a blaze of light, his seething rage crackling around him.

“Ah, brother. I’ve been expecting you,” Eurus said. In the gloom of twilight, he lay prone on the dock in the middle of the marina where Ella’s boat had been taken that first day. Ankles crossed.
Fingers making lazy designs in the air as if he were conducting a symphony. Cold wind whipped up around them, turning the calm waters of the inlet choppy, jostling the sailboats in their slips.

His brother’s calm, casual repose was more disturbing than if Zeph had found him petulant and ranting. Because it meant he was planning. “What the fuck are you playing at, Eurus?”

He sprung to his feet and tugged the lapels of his leather coat. “You see? I offer civility, and what do I get in return?”

Zeph squared off and braced, ready for anything. “You don’t have a civil bone in your body.”

Eurus pinched the bridge of his nose, shifting the wraparounds up the smallest bit. Though not enough, Zeph was relieved to see, to reveal his dead black irises. “If what you say is true, brother, whose fault exactly would that be?”

“Not. Mine.” It was a fruitless conversation, but it was their little dance, and Zeph’s own special corner of hell.

“Of course not yours. Not perfect Zephyros. Not the god of life and renewal. Gods forbid.”

Zeph ignored the barb. Perfection was the last thing he believed of himself. Eurus was jealous of a figment of his imagination. “What do you want?” he finally bit out, hoping to defuse the other man, to delay the confrontation long brewing between them.

Eurus whipped off his glasses and drilled his disturbing, blank gaze into Zeph’s very soul. “Leave the woman alone.”

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So, what d’ya think? Want more Zephyros and Ella? Visit more participating sites to read all the excerpts, meet the characters, see the the West of Want romance trading cards, and enter to win! Thanks for reading! July 10 can’t get here soon enough for me! *grins*

~Laura Kaye

"Using ancient winter mythology as an allegory for grief, Kaye has written a sexy story that packs a powerful emotional punch. NORTH OF NEED is pure winter magic and Kaye’s sparkling talent warms the heart.”
~Stephanie Draven, author of the Mythica series about
multi-award-winning Book 1 in the Anemoi series, North of Need

WEST OF WANT PREVIEW CONTEST!
Event-Wide:
Seven participants who enter through the Rafflecopter form will win gift cards from winners’ choice of Amazon or B and N valued between $15 and $100! Those prize winners will be announced on West of Want’s release day, July 10, 2012. As a special thank you to those who have pre-ordered the print West of Want through Amazon or B and N, you'll receive extra entries - just enter your order confirmation number on the appropriate Rafflecopter line. Pre-orders are hugely important for an author because they determine how many books bookstores will actually stock and they count toward an author’s first-week sales which is when most authors have their best chance to hit the big bestseller lists. However, pre-orders/purchases are not required to enter. Commenting is the only required entry. Open to international.

Want another chance to WIN?
One commenter from this blog who also FOLLOWS this blog site will win a West of Want bookmark and the romance trading cards for North of Need and West of Want. Simply leave a comment that includes your  email address, and follow this blog. These prizes will be announced soon after May 10. Open to international.


Voted Breakout Author of the Year in the 2011 GraveTells Readers’ Choice Awards, Laura is a bestselling and award-winning author paranormal and contemporary romance. Hearts in Darkness is the EPIC eBook Award Winner for Best Novella, Forever Freed won the NJRW Golden Leaf Award for Best Paranormal of 2011, and North of Need, the first book in the Hearts of the Anemoi series, was named GraveTells’ Best Book of 2011 and won their 5-STAR Gold Heart Award, and won Sizzling Hot Read of the Year at Sizzling Hot Books. Laura lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.



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April 6, 2012

Friday Quickie

25 quickie facts about Vonnie Davis:

Birthday? May 27th
Favorite color? Lavender
Favorite animal? Giraffe
Siblings? One of each
Favorite drink? Coffee…no Margarita…well, coffee
If you were a jelly bean flavor, what flavor would you be? Grape
Favorite author? Jill Shalvis
Favorite dish? China…okay, Lobster
Ice cream flavor? Caramel swirl
Favorite Season? Spring
Plotter or Pantser? Pantser
Hobbies? Drawing floorplans for houses
Dream vacation? Back to Paris
Favorite TV show? History Detectives
Musical preference? Classical
Pet peeve? People who talk loudly on cell phones
Favorite place to write? Bob Evans…seriously, we go in, they lead us to our favorite booth and hook me up to an IV of coffee.
Favorite song? “Oh, what a night”
Odd family fact? My grandfather, 8 generations removed, was one of George Washington’s private guards.
Unforgettable moment? My first day of college; I was 45.
Favorite Superhero? James Bond…I’d like to double O his seven. *saucy wink*
Spicy or not? Are we talking food? Not … Romances, most def!
Cat or dog? Cat
Favorite candy bar? Reeses Peanut Butter Cups
Favorite guilty pleasure? Shoes


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#HotRomance #ContemporaryCowboy #BeautifulNurse #SizzlingAttraction #EmotionalRead #UnforgettableCharacters @Storm’s Interlude

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April 4, 2012

Spotlight On... Babette James

Guess what? Today is my guest's release day. How awesome is that? Please help me welcome Babette James to the keyboard. And make sure you leave her a comment, as Babette has decided that in celebration of her release, she will give an eCopy of Clear as Day away to one lucky commenter.

Welcome Babette, can you share a little about yourself, your genres, any other pen names you use.
 
Thanks, Sarah, for letting me celebrate the release day of my debut novel, Clear As Day, with you today! I write contemporary and fantasy romance, and I’ve always loved writing and making up stories, beginning back when I used to act out epic fantasy tales with my dolls. (My Barbies had swords and knew how to use them.) I even have a degree in Literature, but it wasn’t until 2004 that I wrote my first full rough draft of romance novel and began gathering up my nerve to pursue publication. I fell in love with writing romance and have focused on that ever since. I’m also a teacher, and I enjoy encouraging young readers and writers as they discover their growing abilities. My class cheers when it’s time for their spelling test! When not writing, teaching or reading, I dabble with bread baking and painting, and try to keep up on weeding the garden beds. I live in New Jersey with my wonderfully patient husband and our three extremely spoiled cats.

Tell us about Clear As Day and where we can find it. 

Clear As Day is a spicy contemporary romance from The Wild Rose Press about two friends with benefits facing the fears and uncertainties of their changing relationship and is set against the background of the summer heat and cool waters of Lake Mohave. I loved writing Clear As Day, it’s been a story of my heart in many ways, so seeing this story published truly has been a thrill. Now, with the 4 1/2 star scorcher review from Romantic Times and being able to hold my book in my hands, today is a dream come true. I hope you enjoy Nate and Kay’s journey as much as I have.

What’s a girl to do when her summer lover wants forever?

Haunted by dark memories of her parents’ volatile marriage, artist Kay Browning keeps her heart locked behind a free-spirit facade and contents herself with the comfortable affair she has every summer with easygoing photographer Nate Quinn.

The only trouble with her plan? This summer Nate’s come to Lake Mohave to claim the lover he can’t let go. He’s done with the endless traveling and settling for temporary homes and temporary loves. Kay’s always been more than just a vacation fling, and now he must convince this woman, who sees love as a course to certain heartbreak, to take that leap of faith and learn how safe love with the right man can be.

Come fall in love at the river. Clear As Day is available in both print and eBook and can be found at The Wild Rose Press, Amazon.com, All Romance EBooks, and Other Links are Coming Soon Here.


Are you doing anything special to celebrate the book’s release?

In celebration of my book’s release today, my coworkers are taking me out for a party after work and I plan to crack a bottle of champagne tonight with my husband! As for more practical celebration, I’m guest blogging and blog hopping this week as well as in the coming weeks, with a few giveaways that will be posted on my website, and I’m also having a Goodreads giveaway of the paperback. Next week, I’ll be heading off to the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention in Chicago. I’ve never to been to RT before and I’m very excited to be attending as a published author signing my book.


Which character is your favorite and why? 

It’s hard to pick a favorite character. I had so much fun writing Nate. I adore his gentleness with Kay, his loyalty, and sense of humor. I love prickly Kay and all her cautious resistance to commitment and the uptight habits she uses to conceal her vulnerability. She’s never chosen the routes expected for her in life but made her own. It was a delight to see their love story progress. I also enjoyed writing their close-knit circle of friends.

Who would you cast to play your hero and heroine in a movie? 

As I was writing Nate and Kay’s story, I never really considered what actor or actress might suite to play them, but Ryan Gosling is probably close to Nate in looks, and for Kay, possibly an older Emma Watson.

Will there be any sequels or other books in the same series? 

At the moment, I have three more couples who I hope will be joining Kay and Nate in falling in love at the river. The heroes and heroines in these stories develop out of the circle of Kay and Nate’s friends we first meet in Clear As Day and all the stories include the Lake Mohave camp setting in part. And the fun part about writing these sequels: I don’t have to say goodbye to Nate and Kay just yet and can peek in on their lives now and again.

What are you working on right now?

I’m currently working hard to finish and submit the next story, currently called Love Burns, featuring two of Nate and Kay’s friends. This story takes off right from where Clear As Day ends. I love this couple’s chemistry, and I’ve enjoyed seeing their story come to life as they work through their personal trials and find their own happily ever after together. I also have a fantasy series that’s simmering on the back burner while I focus on these contemporary stories.

What would your readers be surprised to learn about you?

I’ve played with a tiger in my front yard, met Gregory Peck and shook his hand, don’t like ketchup and, according to family legend, have an ancestor that sailed on the Bounty.

Where can we find you on the web? 

I love to hear from readers and you can find me at:

My website: http://babettejames.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/BabetteJames

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/BabetteJamesAuthor

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/babettejames

Youtube Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/E1ur-avq5YI


Is there anything you’d like to ask our readers?

I always like to hear people share what made a favorite story or character resonate with them and what makes them reread a story time and again.


Excerpt: 

“Kay!” That male voice was not her imagination.

“Oh, shit!” She twisted and dropped into the water, sinking neck-deep.

Mother always said, among other things, that a lady never goes skinny-dipping and must always wear a proper hat. Kay was only half skinny-dipping, but she fervently wished she’d worn something a bit more substantial than a baseball cap and the bottom half of the quintessential teeny-weenie yellow polka-dot bikini.

Shit, oh, shit, oh, shit. She so hated when Mother was right.

Okay, time to find out who’d just gotten an eyeful. The guy had called her name, so she should know him. Oh boy, if she’d flashed old George…

She wiped water from her face, sucked in a breath against her pounding heart, and peeked around.

Nate.

She must be sun-dazed. Nate? With a beard? Hair curling over his ears? No way.

Just because a familiar slouchy fishing hat topped those unruly, sun-bleached blond curls and just because this guy possessed the same deep-water tan and footloose taste in clothes as Nate with his electric blue Hawaiian shirt, bright orange swim trunks, and beat-up deck shoes didn’t mean—

“Hey, babe. Now that I’ve finally caught your attention, how about a hug from my girl?” He opened his arms. “Am I coming in after you or are you coming out?” Only Nate’s voice held that mellow timbre like chocolate for her ears.

“Nate! What…” Giddy delight flushed over Kay, clearing her shock. She dashed from the water and into strong arms, a wonderful hug, and a better kiss that launched her mind into a blissed-out whirl of oh, yes and why?

The oh, yes won out until the need to breathe forced them apart.

Nate gave her a long look, his usually easy gray eyes holding a new, simmering heat.

Wow. Whoa.

April 1, 2012

Spring Fling Web Hunt

Over 75 Winners In This Years Spring Fling


Wow, I can't believe it's already April 1st!
Won't you join me in celebrating Spring by taking part in the Spring Fling Web Hunt? Over 100 prizes available and this year the hunt will have over 75 winners!! Prizes range from a Kindle Fire and eBooks to jewelry and much more.


What is a Web Hunt?

It's a scavenger hunt that takes place on the web. You visit websites and find the answer to a question. Plus along the way you can find great new authors and new titles while entering to win prizes.

Don't Miss Out!

March 30, 2012

Friday Quickie

25 quickie facts about Sarah Grimm:

Birthday? October 9
Favorite color? Pink
Favorite animal? Dog
Siblings? 1 sister, 2 brothers – all older than me
Favorite drink? Diet Coke
If you were a jelly bean flavor, what flavor would you be? Very Cherry
Favorite author? Linda Howard
Favorite dish? 40 year-old male, black hair, blue eyes & a British accent. YUM!
Ice cream flavor? Chubby Hubby
Favorite Season? Fall
Plotter or pantser? Pantser
Hobbies? Drag Racing
Dream vacation? England and Scotland
Favorite TV show? GRIMM
Musical preference? Rock n’ Roll
Pet peeve? People who lie
Favorite place to write? The kitchen table
Favorite song? Hysteria by Def Leppard
Odd family fact? We’re all pervs
Unforgettable moment? The birth of my sons
Favorite Superhero? Thor
Spicy or not? Spicy – unless we’re talking about food
Cat or dog? 3 dogs, a guinea pig, 3 orphaned mice
Favorite candy bar? Snickers
Favorite guilty pleasure? Hostess Golden Cupcakes


Summarize your book Twitter style – 140 characters or less:

Can music heal the fractured soul? Or will it tear them apart forever?

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To learn more about Sarah's books please visit her Website:
http://www.sarahgrimm.com

March 28, 2012

A Letter From Brice Van Sant

I’m not the kind of guy who goes in for all that mushy mumbo jumbo, love talk. It’s just a bunch of hype to sell chocolates and cards on Valentines Day. I happen to know first hand that love is nothing but a lie, an illusion that only brings heartbreak. Once a person buys into the concept, it wreaks havoc in their life Whenever a woman starts getting too close, I break it off and that’s the end of that.

Except for Suzanne. I married Suzanne. I know what you’re thinking, but it wasn’t like that either. See, she was visiting her sister who works for my company, Johnston Carmichael Pharmaceuticals. I was trying to run interference with an ex when somehow I ended up drinking a cup of her homemade herbal shampoo.

Yeah, that’s exactly what I thought too…the next day…after I’d married her. That’s when I realized that the shampoo was actually a love potion! With a product like that I could take my company to the top of the heap. But when I offered to buy the formula, Suzanne told me that she didn’t have it. She makes these kinds of things all the time—shampoo, conditioner, perfume— but never writes down the ingredients.

I’m not proud of what I did next, but I managed to talk Suzanne into recreating the formula. The only problem was our marriage had hit the papers. Half the world already knew that we’d had a whirlwind courtship (if you call one date a courtship), so all this had to be done in secret. I couldn’t let the competition know what I was onto. So Suzanne reluctantly moved into my house and pretended to be my wife while she worked on finding the formula.

This is where things get a little interesting. Who knew that having a sassy redhead underfoot could be such a temptation? And I found out just how badly a person could want something they couldn’t have. But desire and love are two entirely different things. If a man’s not careful he’ll fall into that trap. But that isn’t going to happen to me. I’m not about to fall in love. But give in to desire? What’s a man got to lose?

— Brice 

Love Potion Me, Baby

By Amie Louellen
Available now from The Wild Rose Press

March 27, 2012

Welcome Guest Blogger Velda Brotherton

Researching our historical books on the Internet is time consuming, but often fruitful. Simply Googling our subject, then checking out the sites will reveal much information. Some of it untrue. So beware. Imagine if you were reading an historical novel where the author had only checked one source, possibly not a reliable one, then wrote his entire book around that premise. There are articles online where the author has done just that. So my first step is to check the authority of the sites. Are they published by a historical society, or perhaps have all the facts vetted by historians like the Arkansas Encyclopedia online. I've written several articles for this encyclopedia that were then vetted by not one but two or three authorities on the subject. State historical sites are mostly reliable. Careful checking of anything that sounds a bit off is a good idea, though.

A friend and local historian once told me that it is nearly impossible to get all our historical facts right, simply because of the passage of time and the loss of much information. But we can do our best. It's important to check to see that our sources didn't all use the same basic source.

Here are some notes I found that never found a place in the book. "Ponies feed on cottonwood bark. Indians cut the white branches into four foot pieces and throw them to the ponies. They place one forefoot on the limb in the same manner as a dog secures a bone and gnaw the bark from it."

"Buffalo grass grows on the uplands, thick rich grass grows on the plains but only around streams. Buffalo grass blades reach a growth of from three to five inches but instead of being straight it assumes a curled or waving shape. When walked on it is like walking on thick moss."

The enjoyment of research comes in the little known facts we unearth, but each one still should be verified. There are times when we can trust our source. That was true for me when I began researching for Stone Heart's Woman. Mari Sandoz, a well known and much respected historian and writer, wrote a little book called Cheyenne Autumn. Published in 1953 by the University of Nebraska Press, the book includes information she gathered by interviewing some of the Northern Cheyenne survivors. A few requested anonymity, but her notes do include original source material which she used to support the stories. This book became my main source, but I did check many unusual facts I wanted to use. I researched other facets of real characters I wanted to include, especially George Armstrong Custer, Dull Knife and Little Wolf, and Libby Custer's role.

In addition, and we can't always do this, we drove the route the Northern Cheyenne took from the Indian Territory (Oklahoma) to Ft. Robinson, stopping at Camp Supply and a few museums along the way. I find it helps in my writing to walk the land where my characters walked so long ago.

In my research I found so many tidbits of history that I didn't use in the book. Here are a few of these "little" facts that didn't make it into Stone Heart's Woman. This is the story that convinced me to write the book. I have paraphrased some of the information to shorten it:

Morning Star, or Dull Knife, as he was known to the white man, was regarded by the authorities as a dangerous man, and with his depleted band was taken to the Indian Territory without his consent in 1876. When his people began to die on the reservation, he called them together. Every man and woman declared that they would rather die in their own country than stay there longer, and they resolved to flee to their northern homes.

From the Indian Territory to Dakota was 1500 miles through settled country. The army would pursue them and no doubt kill some. No sooner had they started than the telegraph wires sang one song: "The panther of the Cheyennes is at large. Not a child or a woman in Kansas or Nebraska is safe."

After six months his weary and starving people were surrounded by the army and taken to Fort Robinson in the Dakotas (now Nebraska). There the men were put in prison, and their wives guarded in camp. They were allowed to visit their men on certain days. Many of them had lost everything; there were but a few who had even one child left. They were heartbroken and broken in spirit.

The book begins at this point with the final battle when they make one last attempt at freedom.

Dull Knife's people had earlier separated from a small group led by Little Wolf who managed to avoid the imprisonment and reach their home.

When I gathered information on this flight, I found one post online that claimed Dull Knife and all his people perished in the battle at Ft. Robinson. This is not true according to reliable sources. Dull Knife and his people were finally allowed to go to the Pine Ridge Agency. Dull Knife was allowed to go home to Montana's Rosebud Valley where he was born. He died there in 1883 at the age of 73.

After the last outbreak at Fort Robinson when so many Cheyenne were killed, public sympathy turned in favor of those who survived. They were sent to live on the Pine Ridge Agency with the Lakota Sioux until 1884 when President Chester Alan Arthur granted them a reservation along Montana's Tongue River by executive order. Those killed in Nebraska remained in a mass grave, some of their skulls removed by army surgeons and sent East for study.

Almost 115 years later some of the people finally went home to rest. They were sent to Montana in 18 boxes containing their skulls, released after long negotiation by museums such as the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C.

Should readers wonder where I came up with the idea that Custer fathered children with Northern Cheyenne women. The Cheyenne spoke often of a yellow haired son named Yellow Swallow and a girl child fathered by Custer. He never admitted to that, and his wife Libby, who spent her lifetime trying to save his reputation, denied them all. Custer wrote in his book that Mo-nah-se-tah – The young grass that shoots in the spring,-- was a daughter of a chief high in rank by the name of Little Rock. She never liked her husband who had purchased her for 11 ponies. She shot him in the knee, crippling him for life, then accompanied two other Indian women and went with Custer while he visited hostile tribes. She remained with the troops, imprisoned but not under guard, until the incident at Fort Hays when she returned to the Cheyenne.

Custer never mentioned in his book that she became the mother of his son Yellow Swallow, a sickly boy with golden hair, who was about nine when the breakout occurred. His existence is told in many stories by the whites and the Cheyenne, who also tell of a girl child fathered by Yellow Hair (the Cheyenne name for Custer). Mari Sandoz wrote in Cheyenne Autumn: "Then there was a light-haired boy called Yellow Swallow, the Cheyenne son of General Custer." He is referred to again in several places.

After reading this I asked myself: Could another Cheyenne woman have born him a son much earlier? To fit my timeline he would have been 18. At that time he traveled each summer to Ohio from West Point to spend time with his family.

The possibility is there, and that child became my hero Stone Heart, who is 24 years old, and totally fictional. Torn between two cultures, he chooses the Cheyenne following Custer's massacres of the Sioux and Cheyenne. He pledges to never speak a word of his white father's language.

As for the heroine, she was much easier to research. At the unmarriagable age of 30, she agrees to accompany her fiance from St. Louis into the wild, wild west where he promises to marry her. She is abandoned and left on her own in Benson, Nebraska. It's fairly easy to get her and Stone Heart together in a soddy out on the plains. A blizzard strands them there and they fall in love, but the conflicts have only begun when the soldiers searching for survivors of the battle discover them. Discovering characters and novels hiding within the truth we find in research is a most exciting experience.


Velda Brotherton writes of romance in the old west with an authenticity that makes her many historical characters ring true. A knowledge of the rich history of our country comes through in both her fiction and nonfiction books, as well as in her writing workshops and speaking engagements. She just as easily steps out of the past into contemporary settings to create novels about women with the ability to conquer life’s difficult challenges. Tough heroines, strong and gentle heroes, villains to die for, all live in the pages of her novels and books.

Visit her website: http://www.veldabrotherton.com

Check out Velda's books, including Stone Heart's Woman, here: http://www.tinyurl.com/7dr9mbn

March 26, 2012

Welcome Guest Blogger Randi Alexander

New Release, Contest, and Book Giveaway!

Thank you, Sarah, for letting me take over your blog today. I'm Randi Alexander and I write cowboy erotic romance. I'm published with The Wild Rose Press' Cowboy Kink line. My second Cowboy Kink, Her Cowboy Stud, was released March 23.

I love your tagline, Sarah. Where Dangerously Sexy and Happily-Ever-After Collide. What a perfect way to describe sensual romances. While erotica writers provide the dangerously sexy, sexy romance writers and erotic romance writers focus just as much, if not more, on the romance.

The weekend before last, I traveled to Florida to present a workshop with my Wild and Wicked Cowboys blog sister Sayde Grace. We taught aspiring romance writers to enhance both the physical and the emotional aspects of a scene.

For instance, here's the "before" paragraph, taken from my new release, Her Cowboy Stud but stripped of all emotion and sensuality:

Trace stood close, not touching anywhere but her hand. As the sun slid below the horizon, the barn darkened around them. Crickets chirruped. Trace put his other hand on the gate, corralling Macy with his arms and chest. His hip bumped her backside then pressed closer.

A perfectly good paragraph. It tells us what's happening, but it needs something more. We asked the participants to think of ways to spice it up, and we had a lot of interesting ideas coming from the group.

This is the way the paragraph was actually published in the book.

Trace stood close, not touching anywhere but her hand. She wanted more. A wave of awareness rushed down her spine. Chills wiggled through her body. As the sun slid below the horizon, the barn darkened around them. Crickets chirruped, welcoming the coming evening. Trace put his other hand on the gate, corralling Macy with his arms and chest. His hip bumped her backside then pressed closer. His scent seemed different now, more musky, with a little bit of horse tossed in. She inhaled deeply, trying to draw him closer by sheer will.

Does the second paragraph feel different to you? It lets you in on what Macy's experiencing, both in her head and in her body. (Oh, and in her heart, too!) That's the fun part of writing a romance. We want our readers to be deep in our characters' heads. To feel everything right along with them.

It's an exciting process. I try to imagine myself as the character as I write in their point of view. I "channel" the character, talk like them, use their mannerisms, become them. It's easy usually with the heroine, but sometimes the hero proves a challenge. I find myself acting tough and speaking in a low tone of voice. Sometimes I watch a cowboy movie or a military action film to be able to get into the super-macho, alpha-male point of view.

But wherever – or whoever – I am in the story, I never forget to go deep into my characters because I want my readers to love them as much as they love each other.

I'd love to hear your thoughts. As readers, what do you enjoy most when you read a spicy romance? The dangerously sexy scenes of sexual tension and physical loving? Or do you prefer the more romantic, emotional, heartfelt chapters that lead us to our happily-ever-after ending?

Trace McGonagall’s quiet life on his Houston stud ranch is shaken up when gorgeous Macy Veralta arrives to claim an inheritance left to her in his uncle’s will. Trace sees her as just another gold digger, but he also can’t resist her curvy body. When she hints at being the perfect submissive to his Dom, he has to have her.

Macy wouldn’t have been three months late to claim her inheritance if she’d known Trace was sin in jeans. The cowboy’s dominant bearing and the smoldering glint in his eyes send shivers to her toes and stirs images of being bound in his bed and disciplined at his hand. But could Trace’s perfect seduction be part of his plan to reclaim her inheritance?


EXCERPT: Over 18 only please.

Macy looked at the horse's regal head and soft brown eyes. “Can I touch him?”

“You sure can." Trace winked. "Put your hand on top of the gate.”

She set her hand carefully on the wood railing. The horse came over and sniffed her. “So, why the confusing name?”

Trace breathed deeply, but on the exhale, chuckled a couple more times. “He was a rodeo bronc. Started out with some odd French name, but when he’d come out of the gate, he’d spin more than buck. So he got the nickname. And it stuck.” He ran his big hand down the horse’s nose. “Huh, old guy?”

Not sure if she dare pet the horse yet, Macy asked, “He’s old?”

“He’s gettin’ up there. But he’s still a damn good stud. Nearly every one of his foals is high-caliber buckin' stock. The mares like him, too.” He stepped behind her, took her hand from the gate, and lifted it to the horse’s nose. “He’s gentle and slow.”

He wasn’t talking about the horse any longer. His drawl stirred hot desire down low in her core, imagining him taking his time with her, pleasing her with patient licks and decadent touches. Her skin tingled where his palm pressed against her hand, guiding her fingers over The horse's soft nose. When the horse turned, he eased her hand across the side of his neck.

Trace stood close, not touching anywhere but her hand. She wanted more. A wave of awareness rushed down her spine. Chills wiggled through her body. As the sun slid below the horizon, the barn darkened around them. Crickets chirruped, welcoming the coming evening.

Trace put his other hand on the gate, corralling Macy with his arms and chest. His hip bumped her backside then pressed closer. His scent seemed different now, more musky, with a little bit of horse tossed in. She inhaled deeply, trying to draw him closer by sheer will.

“He likes a little foreplay, too,” Trace continued, his voice dropping low and seductive.

A tiny sound escaped her lips. This man was irresistible, and she had no desire to resist. “How?” she asked, the question not quite relevant. One by one, her brain cells began snapping off, preparing for the sensual bliss of what was coming next. “What kind of foreplay?”

“Mmm.” Trace took her hand back from petting the horse and ran his palm up her arm. He did the same on the other side. “Touchin’.” His calloused fingers traced her bare shoulders, along the strap of the halter top. “Your skin is so soft.”

Every nerve ending jumped and jittered at his touch. She closed her eyes, fully experiencing the contact. Her core hummed with desire and her nipples pebbled with need.

His palms spread across her bare upper back then down her sides. “You’re so small.” His hands wrapped around her waist, nearly spanning it. “You smell so good…” He pressed his face against her hair and took a deep breath. “Flowers.”

She wished she could tell him the name of her perfume, wished she could say anything. Her thoughts flowed muzzy and thick, like honey. Inside, her muscles heated and her bones melted. When she leaned back slightly, she found him there behind her, his hard chest touching her back.

His hands spread to cover her stomach, warming her through her shirt. She prayed, willed his hands to slide upward, to cup her breasts. Her tight nipples tingled with invitation as her head whirled in anticipation.

He gently turned her to face him, his hands on her shoulders.

The spin disoriented her and she clutched his arms to steady herself. Forcing her lids open, she saw his eyes, dark and dilated, shining with desire. His face so intense, it rattled a spasm through her, centering its heat in her pussy, convulsing her deep inside, sending moisture streaming from between her lips onto her panties. “Kiss me, Trace.”


To celebrate the release of Her Cowboy Stud, I'm giving away, to one lucky *commenter, an e-copy of my first erotic romance, Chase and Seduction. Just leave a comment today and we'll choose a winner tomorrow. *Commenter must be 18 years of age or older to win.


 I'm also giving away a custom-made messenger bag and a $50 gift certificate to Pureromance to one subscriber to my newsletter. For more details, and to sign up for this contest, please go to my website, RandiAlexander.com And while you're there, you can read the first chapter of Her Cowboy Stud.

Good luck, and thank you!
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March 24, 2012

18 and Over Blog Hop Giveaway

THE WINNER IS... L Mackesy!
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AFTER MIDNIGHT.



CAN MUSIC HEAL THE FRACTURED SOUL?
OR WILL IT TEAR THEM APART FOREVER?



“I’m not the type of woman men fall for.”

“I’ve fallen for you.”

Heat flooded her system. She forced herself to breathe, to keep her eyes locked with his. “No you haven’t. You …”

He pushed off the mantel and stepped in her direction. “I—what?”

“Never mind.”

“Finish the sentence, Isabeau.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then let me.” He closed the distance between them. “You were going to say I haven’t fallen for you, weren’t you? You actually believe him? That you’re nothing more to me than convenient?”

Her pulse throbbed thick and hard. Heat radiated off his body. The scent of him filled her head. She wanted, more than anything, to press herself against him and relive the pleasure of his mouth against hers. Instead, she lifted her chin.

“Maybe.”

He leaned in close. So close his breath brushed across her lips. “You believe him, but not me?”

“You are here only temporarily.”

“Yes.”

“And I am just down the street.”

“I suppose.”

She ran her tongue over her dry lips. “So the whole thing does seem rather—”

“Don’t say it.”

“—convenient.”

Something dangerous came and went in his eyes. “Now I’m getting angry.”

His hands skimmed down her sides, slipped under her shirt and settled on her lace-covered bottom. Her breath went uneven. Searing need swarmed her.

“You want something to believe, believe this.” He pulled her into the solid ridge of his erection. She lost her concentration. “There is nothing convenient about the way I feel about you.”

“You think you’re not the type to draw a man’s attention, think again. I can’t stand in the same room as you without wanting to taste you. I can’t taste you without wanting to taste all of you.”

Oh, God. Her knees turned to jelly. A hot, wet pulse came to life between her legs.

“If you can’t see in yourself what it is that I see, feel what you do to me.” Taking hold of her wrist, he placed her hand in the center of his chest.

His heart was racing. She tipped her head back and looked into his eyes. Her bones began to liquefy.

“The way you’re looking at me,” she whispered.

“How am I looking at you?”

“Like I’m important.”

“You are.”

She swallowed hard, wanting to believe him. “Like I’m beautiful.”

His lips brushed across her temple and her eyes drifted shut. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Then you would know how beautiful you are.”

Her eyes snapped open as he spun her in his arms. His hands settled on her shoulders, drawing her back against his chest. She gasped at their image reflected in the trio of mirrors that hung on her wall. When had this become a seduction?

He leaned in and put his mouth to her ear. “You have eyes like fog.” The lilting baritone of his voice washed over her and she let out a little helpless moan. “Truly amazing eyes that change color with your mood. Right now they are blue. Can you see that?”

He skimmed his hands down her arms, trailed his fingers over the backs of her hands. The shock of pleasure stole her breath. Every nerve ending in her body quivered.

“Your mouth is so sexy.” The sound that rumbled in his throat had something curling hard in her stomach. “I imagine the things you could do with that mouth.”

The mouth he spoke of dropped open as he nipped the back of her neck.

“The first time you smiled at me you stole my breath. I spent weeks trying to get you to do it again, struggling to understand what I’d done to stop you from gifting me with your smile. What was it, Isa?”

“You…noticed me.”

“I noticed you? How couldn’t I? Your hair, your skin.” Nimble fingers worked down the front of her shirt, revealing a little more of her skin with every button that slipped free. “I can’t stop touching you. Reaching for you. I imagine my hands on you, light against your dark. Here, on your stomach.”

Isabeau sucked air greedily into her lungs when his hand pressed against her stomach. She stared, mesmerized by the contrast of his pale hand against her darker, golden tones.

“Look at my hands on you.”

His growl was nearly as exciting as those long-fingered hands caressing her skin. The trembling started in her knees and crept up her body. She leaned back into his arms, using his body for support. Against her lower back, his erection pulsed.

She quivered. His name tumbled from her lips as his left hand joined his right on her stomach. Her blood hummed, her body jolted in anticipation. She didn’t realize she’d moved her own hands until denim scraped across her palms. Her fingers dug into his hips, pulled him solidly against her.

“Isabeau.” His mouth skimmed her cheek, her jaw, all while his hands kept moving, caressing. He brushed his thumb along the underside of her nipple once, twice, before his hand closed possessively over her breast. The pulse between her legs became a throbbing ache. “You’re beautiful, Isabeau.”

This time she believed him.

March 23, 2012

Friday Quickie

25 quickie facts about Alison Henderson:

Birthday?  October 6
Favorite color?  Yellow
Favorite animal?  Monkeys
Siblings?  Oldest of 4 – two younger sisters and a brother
Favorite drink?  Good Earth Original Tea
If you were a jelly bean flavor, what flavor would you be?  Key lime
Favorite author?  LaVyrle Spencer
Favorite dish?  Fish tacos Vera Cruz
Ice cream flavor?  Peppermint
Favorite Season?  Autumn – love the colors
Plotter or Pantser?  Plotter
Hobbies?  Gardening
Dream vacation?  Bermuda
Favorite TV show?  Castle
Musical preference? Classic rock
Pet peeve?  Glaring editing errors in published books
Favorite place to write?  My home office
Favorite song?  Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers
Odd family fact?  My grandmother once went cross country skiing in high heels and a fur coat
Unforgettable moment?  My daughter’s birth
Favorite Superhero?  Superman – got to love the classics
Spicy or not?  Spicy (but not as hot as I used to)
Cat or dog?  Cat
Favorite candy bar?  Anything with dark chocolate
Favorite guilty pleasure?  Above-mentioned dark chocolate


Summarize your book Twitter style – 140 characters or less:

When Jessamine Randall’s fiancĂ© disappears hours before their wedding, she follows him deep into the Ozark Mountains, where her greatest challenge is Morgan himself.

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March 20, 2012

Wrestling & Writing with Vonnie Davis

Sarah, I’ve been waiting for today, eager to be a guest on your blog. Thanks for having me. To celebrate my visit here, I’m giving away a copy of Storm’s Interlude to one lucky commenter who fulfills the requirement listed below, so read on.

I come from a long line of wrestlers. I chuckle as I write that, but it’s true. My brother, nephew and my two sons all wrestled. Mike, my youngest, went to college on a wrestling scholarship and now coaches elementary age kids. His son also wrestles both for his school and on the Maryland Junior Terps exhibition team (grandma bragging alert needed here).


Consequently my rump has spent more hours on hard gymnasium bleachers than it cares to remember. Yes, I am a Wrestler Mom and proud of it! **wink** I’ve also read a gazillion romance novels as I’ve sat on those bleachers waiting for my son to wrestle. And my son still recalls how there was always a Snickers and a Mars bar tucked into his gym bag and a note of encouragement slipped between the laces of his wrestling shoes. Odd the little things kids remember.

Needless to say I love the sport.

Last night while rewriting some scenes, trying to make them less jerky and more fluid, I was also watching the PIAA Collegiate Wrestling Scholarships. One of my favorite commercials came on—author and screenwriter John Irving, ex-national wrestling champ, comparing writing to wrestling. Makes sense, doesn’t it? How often have we wrestled with our plots, our characters, our endings? For me, too often.



John Irving says you have to earn the ending. One earns it by learning the craft and then rewriting and rewriting.

How often have you read a book and marveled at how well the story flowed, how the descriptive imagery created a mental picture or how quickly you came to care about the characters? Drawing the reader in is not easy, yet it’s something I strive for, as do all writers.

Our characters have to be flawed, just as we all are, and yet likable. Three main tools for doing that are deep point of view, internal dialog and zippy verbal dialog.


Here’s a scene from a novella I have coming out June 27th, Those Violet Eyes.


Win is a veteran, having lost part of his leg and hearing in Iraq. He’s come back to Texas to heal, find a piece of his soul and open a ranch for children with amputee limbs. Evie can’t wait to get out of Texas and works as a waitress at a honky tonk to earn “get away” money. Win has just started working there part-time as a cook. Kiera, who helps Gus run the honky tonk, tells Evie to go back to the kitchen to introduce herself to the new cook.




~*~


Evie charged through the swinging door to the kitchen and skidded to a stop. It couldn’t be. Although his back was toward her, there was no mistaking the height and broad muscled shoulders. This mystery nephew of Gus’s was the guy who’d remarked on her eyes. Her stomach did a little twitchy dance, nerves no doubt.

She ran her suddenly damp palms over her short skirt and cleared her throat. “Excuse me. Win?”

No answer.

She took a couple steps closer and noticed he was washing vegetables under a spray of water. “Win?”

No reply.

Evie rolled her eyes and stepped behind him, tapping him on the back. The metal strainer clattered in the sink and a blur of motion barely registered before steely hands gripped her forearms. Oh my God! In a flurry of movement, he snatched her off the floor and backed her against the stainless steel counter. Cold wet hands viced her arms. Her eyes snapped wide and the air whooshed from her lungs when his body slammed into hers.

Win’s eyes were narrowed, his breathing rapid through a clenched jaw and a vein bulged in his forehead. “Don’t do that.”

The man was every inch the warrior, every hard tensed inch. He held her mid-air, so close they were nearly eyeball to eyeball. As his gaze traveled over her face and awareness evidently crept in as to the sex of his attacker, several inches of his frame hardened even more.

Evie swallowed. Oh, good Lord.

He glared and his nostrils flared.

“I…I’m sorry, Win. I called your name, but…but you didn’t answer. I was only trying to get your attention.” Her lips twitched at the humor in the situation—hadn’t Keira told her the man lost part of his hearing? Evidently she’d startled him. Poor soul. She felt a portion of herself return. A portion she’d hidden for so long; that light-hearted part of her soul that teased and cajoled. “Honest, I wasn’t trying to attack you.” She placed an open palm on his defined pecs and patted. “You’re safe with me, big guy.” Just to rattle him some more, she winked.

Win’s hazel eyes flashed for a second, then he slowly leaned in and whispered in her ear, “You’re not safe with me.”

A shiver galloped pell-mell through her. He smelled of pine soap and musk. His short, spiky, straw-colored hair tickled her neck when he lowered his head a fraction. Warm lips barely grazed her skin, igniting a sensual fire in her system. Her eyebrows furrowed in question. Had he just kissed her below the ear? It was so brief, so feather light her mind wasn’t sure. Her nipples, though, piped up in confirmation. Hell yeah, he kissed you! Me next, me next!


My debut book, Storm’s Interlude, was nominated Book of the Year at Long and Short Reviews. It is available at The Wild Rose Press and Amazon.

Buy links: TWRP ~ http://bit.ly/zBsUyl
Amazon ~ http://amzn.to/wWibTe

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March 16, 2012

Friday Quickie

25 quickie facts about Gloria Marlow:

Birthday?   August 13, 1968
Favorite color?  Orange
Favorite animal?  Llama
Siblings?  2 sisters
Favorite drink?   Coca-cola
If you were a jelly bean flavor, what flavor would you be?  Blueberry
Favorite author?  Susan Wiggs, if I have to pick just one.
Favorite dish?  A really good hamburger
Ice cream flavor?   Butter Pecan
Favorite Season?  Spring
Plotter or pantser?  Pantser
Hobbies?  Reading, writing, baking, making jelly and pickles.
Dream vacation?   The British Isles
Favorite TV show?  Royal Pains
Musical preference?  The music lover in me is sort of schizophrenic - I listen most to Country and New/Alternative Rock.
Pet peeve?  Being called “baby”, “sweetie” etc. by waitresses and other people who are not my husband.
Favorite place to write?  The living room or kitchen.
Favorite song?  I don’t really have one.
Odd family fact?  My sisters were born on the same day, eight years apart.
Unforgettable moment?  The moment I became a mom.
Favorite Superhero?  Tarzan
Spicy or not?  Both are good.
Cat or dog?   Dog
Favorite candy car?  York Peppermint Patty
Favorite guilty pleasure? Dance Moms




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Sometimes the sweetest blessings require the most bitter sacrifices.

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