Saturday, 5 August 2017

Novel Spotlight: Love on the Risky Side


Love on the Risky Side
by Mariah Ankenman

Can she risk it all for love?





Wild Rose Press | Amazon | Barnes & Noble


Peak Town Colorado, Book 3

Did he brush his lips against my ear?

“I can’t do that, Kayla. I’m the sheriff. It’s my job to help people in trouble, and, sweetheart, from what I can see, you are in a big pile of it.”

There he went with the sweetheart stuff again. She had no idea what that was all about, but he wasn’t wrong. She was in a big pile of trouble. A landfill.

“Please, let me help you.”

She wanted to. More than anything, she wanted to turn around, tell this strong, sweet man all her troubles and let him make them disappear. But she couldn’t. It wouldn’t be fair or safe. David was crazy. He would come looking for her, personally. If he found out Ryder helped her, there was no telling what he would do to keep his secret.

No, she had to solve this problem on her own. “It’s not safe.”

“I’m the sheriff of this town. It’s my job to handle dangerous situations.”

Still pinned against his chest, she felt the hard edges of his muscles, such a contrast to his comforting hold. The strong beat of his heart against her back settled her own into a synchronized rhythm.

Her breath caught in her throat, but not from fear this time. “But I’m not a part of this town. You have no obligation to help me. You don’t even know me.

Just when she thought she’d gotten through to him, that he was going to let her leave, his voice came as a soft, sensual caress. Dark, like chocolate, and just as tempting.

“I know it’s crazy, but there’s a part of me that feels like I’ve known you forever. Like I’ve been waiting for you. There’s something between us, don’t deny it. I know you feel it, too.”

She sucked in a sharp breath. Yes, she did feel it. She hadn’t realized he did. It was crazy and unexpected, but it was there. A connection apparently neither could deny. It terrified her even as it thrilled her. Unfortunately, this whole thing made her situation that much harder.

“Talk to me, Kayla,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me help you.”

Whatever powers that be—God, the Universe, or Aliens—that had led her to this man, they knew there was a reason she needed to meet him now, at this point in her life.

Maybe he wouldn’t turn her in. Maybe he would be the one to help her. David may be a cop…but so was Ryder. Could he help her find evidence to prove her innocence? That was his job, after all, solving crimes. Maybe she could trust him. Trust this insane feeling she got whenever he was near.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, and a giant leap of faith, she stepped out of his arms and turned, staring directly into those intelligent, warm eyes. “My name is Kayla Jenkins, and I’m wanted by the Chicago Police Department for the murder of my roommate, Jennifer Wright.”

About the Author



Her first book “George and the Green Glob” received high praise from her mother. Many years, and green glob stories later, Mariah received a playwriting degree from the University of Wyoming. After a few years in Hollywood, working in “the biz,” she came home to the beautiful Rocky Mountains.

When she’s not writing Mariah loves to read, crochet, and play her ukulele. She loves to hear from readers.

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Tuesday, 1 August 2017

10 Signs That Prove Miss Piggy Is Your Patronus


#1. You act like this for the rest of the day after getting your hair done.


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#2. You're not afraid to let a guy know you like him.

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#3. How you respond when people keep talking to you while you're reading.

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#4. You're a true romantic...about shopping.

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#5. You realize the importance of making a grand entrance.

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#6. You don't care what other people think of you, unless they think you're fabulous.

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#7. You're no damsel in distress. You are your own hero.


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#8. You're so amazing, you could have your own superhero costume.

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#9. You never underestimate the power of great hair and the ability to 'walk your own walk'.


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So...is Miss Piggy your patronus?


Wednesday, 19 July 2017

Novel Spotlight: Addicted to Love

ADDICTED TO LOVE
by Jennifer Wilck

Sometimes love is the most addictive habit of all.




Dan Rothberg struggled after an accident killed his wife and he nearly lost custody of his daughter. He can no longer allow himself to get attached to anything or anyone. Until he meets Hannah.

Hannah Cohen is a young executive with a meddlesome grandmother and a troubled brother. She’d like nothing better than to find her own Mr. Right, after too many Mr. Wrongs. A sexy older man with a teenage daughter was never in her plans.

As they navigate their relationship through adolescent attitudes and grandmotherly interference, they realize age is just a number and love can be right in front of them. But when the terrible truth of Dan’s former struggles is exposed, Hannah must decide if she can get past his deception and allow love to conquer all.



AMAZON // WILD ROSE PRESS // KOBO // BARNES&NOBLE


EXCERPT

I enjoy being with you. He wanted to say it, but he wasn’t sure he could risk it.

She squeezed his arm. “Carry on.”

He blinked. When she returned to his side and hooked her arm through his free one, he blinked again. She’d accepted his explanation. Was it that easy? Maybe he should tell her how much he was attracted to her. Maybe it wouldn’t sound crazy.

“What are we looking at?” she whispered out of the side of her mouth, pursing her lips together and giving him an insane urge to kiss them.

“What?”

“I assumed since we’re standing here you must be looking at something, and I wanted to join in the fun. Or did you not realize we weren’t moving?”

Her nostrils flared and she bit her lip. Dan realized she was trying not to laugh. Now he really wanted to kiss her, to capture her mouth with his, to make her his own. Before he could act on it, his stomach growled.

“Was that yours or mine?” She looked at him, an eyebrow raised.

His lips twitched. His breath hitched. He couldn’t keep his amusement to himself any longer. It bubbled in his chest, and he let it out as he shook his head.

“Okay, while I am older than you, I’m not old enough to be senile. Yet. So yes, I did know we weren’t moving. But thanks for that. And yes, my stomach growled, because I’m hungry. Except I think I need to put eating on hold for a moment, because what I need more than anything else right now, what I’ve needed all night long in fact, is to kiss you.”

He reached his hand behind her neck and drew her close to him. This was what he’d waited for, her body close to his, the warmth of her nape against his palm. Tilting his head, he angled his mouth and brushed his lips against hers. A groan started in the back of his throat. Her lips were more delicious than he’d imagined. They were sweet and soft and for the moment, his. He deepened the kiss as her arms wrapped themselves around his waist. Good, because he didn’t intend to stop anytime soon. Her body fit against his as if it were meant to—soft breasts against hard chest—he pulled her closer, wishing they could blend into one. When she sighed, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. It was like honey, and he couldn’t breathe from the sweetness.

Her fingers swirled against his back, leaving trails of fire. Shaking, he pulled away, though he wanted to keep her close. He rested his forehead against hers. Her pupils were huge, like his he suspected, her breathing quick. Her hands hadn’t stopped moving and well, he wanted her to move them lower. But they were in the middle of the street and he wasn’t an exhibitionist. He pulled farther away, took her hand, and led her toward the restaurant.

“Wait,” she cried as he limped as fast as he could to Isabella’s.

“What?”

“What about what I need?”

Before he could ask what she meant, she grabbed his head and pulled it down to her. She kissed him, hard, and pulled away.

“I wasn’t finished,” she said.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR



Jennifer started telling herself stories as a little girl when she couldn’t fall asleep at night. Pretty soon, her head was filled with these stories and the characters that populated them. Eventually, she started writing things down. Her favorite stories to write are those with smart, sassy, independent heroines; handsome, strong and slightly vulnerable heroes; and her stories always end with happily ever after.

In the real world, she’s the mother of two amazing daughters and wife of one of the smartest men she knows. When she’s not writing, she loves to laugh with her family and friends. She believes humor is the only way to get through the day, mornings are evil and she does not believe in sharing her chocolate.

She writes contemporary romance, some of which are mainstream and some of which involve Jewish characters.


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Sunday, 9 July 2017

5 Things Every Writer Should Know


Writing is a solitary activity (thank god) and while we love those quiet moments when we're completely submersed with our characters, it also leaves us vulnerable to self-doubt.


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So here's a little pick me up for those of you feeling a bit like Eeyore, moody and glum, hunched over the keyboard.

#1. Every first draft is garbage, but keep that crap coming because you can't edit a blank page.

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#2. Stop comparing yourself to the writer who just got a movie deal. Television is where the big money can be made—aim for that instead.


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#3. If you don't write this story, no one else will. Imagine if other writers gave up.

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#4. What you're doing takes tremendous skill, concentration and heart, most will fail, but you will triumph.  


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#5. You can do this. You've got this. You've come this far, just a little further until you reach the finish.

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Congratulations! You made it to the end of this post.


Now go tackle that manuscript like the bad mother fuc*er you are!

Monday, 3 July 2017

Novel Spotlight: Home Field


HOME FIELD
by Laurie Winter

Can a second chance at love be just as sweet?




Warriors of the Heart Series

One year after her husband is killed in action, Julie Ellis is back in her hometown and focused on raising her young son. Then Reagan Harrison bursts into her life—a cocky, charming linebacker who leaves her off balance.

As a successful, professional athlete, Reagan believes he has it all. But after meeting Julie, he finds every excuse in the book to spend time with her. Despite his best efforts not to fall too hard, Reagan envisions a future with Julie, along with the little boy he’s come to love as his own.

While Reagan’s protective love begins to mend Julie’s spirit, she can’t suppress her continued deep devotion to her late husband’s memory. And when a letter arrives from beyond the grave, Reagan resolves to provide her with the answers she desperately needs to heal. Now Julie must choose either to keep her heart closed off or remove the lock and fight for a future with Reagan. Can a second chance at true love be just as sweet?

Amazon // Wild Rose Press // Kobo


EXCERPT

The time was a few minutes before four o’clock, and Reagan roamed past the staff entrance of Warriors Stadium. He’d paced back and forth for the past fifteen minutes. Every so often, he would look out the glass doors for Julie’s car. If not for seeing Julie, he would’ve been in a crappy mood. Today had been a rough practice, with the coaches running the team ragged. Their tough love was part of training camp, getting men in shape for the season—the pain came with being a professional athlete. But tell that to his body, which ached like he’d been run over by a herd of buffalo. And tomorrow he’d go through the process all over again.

At four o’clock on the dot, he spotted a Jeep drive into the staff parking lot, Julie’s distinct red hair unmistakable through the windshield. He opened the door to meet her.

She stepped out of the car as Reagan approached.

“Hi, Julie.” His voice cracked. Get it together, Harrison, you’re not sixteen. He cleared his throat.“Nice to see you again.”

“Hi.” She went to the back door to let her son out of his booster seat. “Thanks for arranging this. Aiden’s really excited, so I hope you’re ready. He may give you a run for your money.”

“I’m ready for anything.” His wide smile might seem too eager, so he dialed it back a notch. Spending time with her son would remind him of why he didn’t date single moms. Although he was incredibly attracted to her, he figured a widow with a young son was too much responsibility. At this point in his professional career, he was very careful of who he let into his life. He didn’t need any distractions. This tour with Aiden should shake loose any romantic notions he had toward the kid’s mother.

Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a dark-haired boy sprung out of the back seat and landed directly before Reagan. The kid was struck speechless. His wide, round eyes mirrored his gaping mouth.

“Hi, Aiden.” He shot him a friendly smile. He bent down and held out his oversized hand to shake Aiden’s. “I’m Reagan Harrison. Your mom told me you’re a big Warriors fan. Would you like to come with me and take a look inside the stadium?”

Aiden gave a slow nod and looked over at Julie.

She took hold of Aiden’s hand and gave him a soft nudge with her elbow. “He’s usually not this quiet. Enjoy the silence while it lasts because once he finds his tongue, he’ll be talking non-stop.”

Laughing, Reagan motioned for them to follow him toward the building. They walked to a large, glass-fronted visitor’s entrance.

“The stadium is pretty quiet right now, but during home games the parking lots fill up with fans for their tailgate rituals. This place can seat seventy thousand people, and the stadium can get unbelievably loud.” He held open the door for Julie and her son.

As they entered, their footsteps clicked on the black granite floors. Historical Warriors photographs surrounded them. The team colors of red and silver were everywhere, from the paint on the walls to the modern lobby furniture.

“I’m taking you to the front offices first,” Reagan said.

Julie and Aiden followed along into a large central room, with a half dozen office suites attached to this main hub. Behind a glass-topped desk sat a petite, dark-haired woman whose fast clicks on the keyboard sounded like a snare drum. She raised her gaze as the door closed behind them, her pink reading glasses perched on the tip of her nose.

“Julie and Aiden, I’d like to introduce you to the person who makes this organization run, Rosalie Turner. Rosie, these are the friends I was telling you about earlier. I’m showing them around the stadium.”

Rosalie came from behind her desk, approached them with her short stride, and gave Reagan a hug.

She was just shy of five feet tall, and Reagan knew he looked like a giant in comparison.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR



Laurie Winter is a true warrior of the heart. Inspired by her dreams, she creates authentic characters who overcome the odds and find true love. She keeps her life balanced with regular yoga practice and running. When not pounding the pavement or the keyboard, she's enjoying time with her family, who are scattered between Wisconsin and Michigan. Laurie has three kids and one fantastic husband, all who inspire her to chase her dreams.

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