Showing posts with label Kobo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kobo. Show all posts

Monday, June 08, 2015

COULD YOU LIVE A DOUBLE LIFE?

Secret lives, hidden dreams, and forbidden sex in the Old West—what’s a woman of nobility to do when a handsome rancher tears through her world like an Owyhee dust devil?

Most of you know I’m a fan of Jacquie Rogers’ books. The one I’m reviewing today is my favorite, though. Of course, I think that each time she releases a new one. Readers can’t go wrong with any of her books, but I’m partial to western historical romance. I enjoy romance with action and adventure as well as a dose of humor. MUCH ADO ABOUT MUSTANGS has all of those in one very entertaining book.



Josh McKinnon has just recovered from the gun shot he received in a previous book. He is out of sorts, though, because his family members have trapped him into playing the male lead in the local production of MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, which will star the lovely and famous actress Lady Pearl Montford. He wants nothing to do with a snobby British woman, especially not after she insults his mother Esther and him at his mom's book shop.

The townsfolk are as excited as Josh is disdainful. To make his mood even worse, Old Man Linstad reneged on his promise to sell him his ranch and now is only deeding over half the ranch—and it’s not the half with the buildings. Oh, but he wants the same amount of cash. Now Josh has a bunch of fancy horses arriving and no barn to house them.

Lady Jane hides a huge secret that could ruin her career. She and her brother are really Pearl Jane and Jasper Evans from Kentucky. The pair formerly appeared in a Cossack’s trick riding show. She is especially gifted and loves to ride. For years she and Jasper have looked forward to owning their own ranch. They sent money to their grandfather to buy their yearned-for ranch. Their grandfather assures them he’s found them the perfect place.

In the meantime, Pearl and Jasper are searching for their long lost brother, Micah, who supposedly joined Pinkertons—or did he?  When it appears their lives may be all set, an evil man appears from their past and threatens their future.

Well, that’s all I’m saying because I don’t want to spoil your enjoyment of this superb book. I can tell you that Jacquie Rogers did a lot of research for this book.  She can back up everything in the book with examples.

For instance, in the late 19th century, many small towns had a theater and a thespian group. When a famous actor or actress toured, locals filled out the cast. Another example is the Cossack group. There were such groups touring. Wild West shows were all the rage and they often included a group of Cossacks as well as Native Americans.


I eagerly rate MUCH ADO ABOUT MUSTANGS as a 5 star read. The print version will soon be available. In the meantime, you can find the e-book online at the usual book vendors including Amazon, Nook, and Kobo. Grab this book--you'll be glad you did!

Monday, May 26, 2014

SUSAN HORSNELL AND CAPTURING CHARLIE

Please welcome my friend, Susan Horsnell, to the blog. You may remember that Susan has been here before with others of her many titles. Her books have received notable professional reviews.

Susan is a retired nurse who lives in Australia, but more about that later in the post. I’m happy to say she and her husband will be visiting the U.S.A. in late winter of 2015 and has included a visit with my husband and me on her trip.Hooray! Her latest release is CAPTURING CHARLIE.

CAPTURING CHARLIE Blurb:

One week before he is due to marry, Charlie leaves the family who had given him a second chance at life. Orphaned at the age of 10, when his parents and sister are killed in a botched bank robbery, Charlie is taken in by his father’s best friends.

After being deceived by his fiancé, Charlie sets out on his own. He encounters an abandoned dog and the two become close companions as they travel over the mountain range in search of a new home.

After being shot at and thrown from his horse, he suffers a life threatening head injury. Josephine Platt takes responsibility for his care, after all, it was her crazy Grandmother who shot the poor stranger.

Will Charlie recover and lose his heart to the feisty girl or will past experiences leave him unforgiving and bitter?



CAPTURING CHARLIE Excerpt:

Charlie came in early from riding the fence line. The day was hot, the air thick with moisture, and he looked forward to a swim in the nearby creek. It would wash off the dirt and grime of the day as well as bring relief to his tired, aching muscles. Fixing fences was back breaking work and the only job on the ranch that he hated. The chore needed doing too damned often thanks to one very amorous bull.

He sighed as he dismounted near the barn and led his horse, Shadow, inside. Giggling and chatter reached his ears as he entered. Sounds like Lois. Wonder who she’s with? He led his horse into the nearest empty stall, patted his nose and closed the stall door.

Charlie strode towards the tack room at the end of the stable block, the area the sounds had come from. A smile graced his face. Maybe Lois will come swimming with me.

He pushed open the door to the tack room and froze. Lois squealed as she sat upright in the small bed, attempting to clutch the sheet to her breasts. Her top half was bared for Charlie to see. Her creamy white skin, small perky breasts and dark rose coloured nipples drew his eyes. The man she was with lay as naked as the day he was born, Lois was obviously the same.


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Author Susan Horsnell

I was a Nurse, a career that spanned more than 35 years. During my career I specialized in caring for people with Alzheimer’s type Dementia, an area that fascinates me despite how heartbreaking it can be. My dear father-in-law is unfortunately afflicted with this disease and now resides in a Nursing Home. In the not too distant future I am hoping to pen a novel incorporating some of the stories I have heard from these amazing people. Part of my career was with the blind and I also cared for severely disabled children for a while too.
When I retired 4 years ago I decided it was time to get the stories out of my head and onto paper. From there I just hoped my stories were interesting and well written enough to attract readers.
I am married to the love of my life, we have 2 wonderful adult boys, and 5 amazing grandchildren. We also play substitute Mum and Dad to a beautiful, adopted young lady. We reside in sunny Queensland, Australia in the midst of a Blackbutt Forest. We are surrounded by the peace and quiet of Mother Nature and wildlife abounds. It is a dream come true location for us.  
For more information about me, I can be found at:
Twitter: @susanhorsnell

Thanks for stopping by!

Wednesday, June 05, 2013

NEW COVER REVEAL, OLD BOOK

Have you wondered why authors suddenly change a book’s cover? Sometimes a cover doesn’t entice readers to purchase a book. When that happens, authors play around with covers, hoping a new cover will grab readers’ interest and set the book selling like crazy.

When I first recovered my backlist and started self-publishing them on Amazon and other sites, I didn’t understand the importance of a Wow cover. Instead, I went for cheap. Bad idea, but then I am one of those people with 20/20 hindsight.

Now that I have more experience and realize my mistake, I am gradually replacing some of the early covers. Today, I’m revealing the latest for OUT OF THE BLUE, created by Ramona of Covers By Ramona. I think she did a great job conveying the couple from the book. What do you think?


OUT OF THE BLUE is a time travel romantic mystery. I had such fun writing this book and am puzzled that it hasn’t sold in greater numbers than it has.  The heroine is a clairvoyant herbal healer from 1845 who comes forward to today. She helps the hero solve the mystery of who is trying to kill him and frame him for other murders. Together, they make a great team.

Blurb for OUT OF THE BLUE

Deirdre Dougherty never cursed at anyone, much less put a curse on the potato crop of her remote Irish village. She’d rather take her chances with the Atlantic lapping at the bottom of the cliff than the mob intent on burning her as they have her cottage. Deirdre leaps . . . and plops down over 160 years later in a Texas lake. She doesn’t understand how she’s ended up with the man from her recent visions or why he has the same name as the saint to whom she prayed. She’s in danger of falling for the handsome policeman who rescued her, in spite of the fact that he thinks she’s lying to him. How can she convince him her story is true when she’s finding it difficult to believe the tale herself?

Police Detective Brendan Hunter wants answers. Who shot him and killed his partner? Why? And why does Deirdre know details of the event? Her story has to be a colossal fabrication or else she’s a beautiful psycho. Either way, he wants her gone before he becomes even more fascinated with her. But he can’t let her out of his sight until she confesses to how she learned details no one but he and his late partner knew.

Excerpt from OUT OF THE BLUE

            A huge black car apparently had been parked at the back of the lot by the Dumpster and pulled alongside her. Deirdre saw the dented fender before the door opened. Then she realized the two scary guys from the bar were inside, partially obscured from view by the tinted windows. The blond stepped out and reached for her.
            She understood his intent so she screamed for help and ran away from him. People came to the store window.
            Polly rushed to the door. “Blossom’s calling the police. Hold on, Deirdre, we’re coming.”
            But no one rushed to her aid. What could a few ladies do against these two frightening men? She’d have to save herself, so she screamed again.
            The blond caught up with her and grabbed her arm. “No use screaming, lady. You’re coming with us.” He dragged her toward the car.
            She kicked him and screamed again, clawing at him with her free hand. She drew blood along his arm and scratched his face.
            He jerked her and grabbed both her hands. “You’re gonna be sorry you made me mad. I have lots of ways to get even.” He told her what he planned as he yanked her toward the car’s back seat.
            Strong as an ox, the man held her in an iron grasp so her feet barely touched the ground. He heaved her toward the open door. Suspended above the ground, she braced a foot against the car’s body. With her other, she kicked him between the legs, just as Ma had taught her.
            He turned red and released her as he doubled over and dropped to his knees. Without him supporting her, she hit the pavement hard. Her back took the force of her fall and the air whooshed from her. She couldn’t stand but she rolled away.
            The driver pointed a gun at her. “Get in or you die right here, right now.”
            What had Brendan said about this situation when they watched television? Never get in the car with anyone. But how could she resist without him shooting her?
She recalled the blonde’s threats. If she had to die, she’d rather it be here quickly than at the hands of these two later. She made the sign of the cross and prepared herself for death.
            A horn honked and tires squealed. Brendan yelled. “Deirdre, I’m coming.”
            Blossom and Polly hurried toward her, each carrying a broom and wielding it as if they intended to beat on the blond man. Several associates came with them and lobbed jars of something at the car. In the heat, the jars exploded like small bombs. After one loud crack, red oozed along the spider-webbed glass windshield.
            “What the hell?” The scary man in black turned back toward the steering wheel. “Damn it, Rod, with or without her, get the hell in here.”
            She struggled to her knees then stood, backing away.
            Apparently unable to straighten, the guy she’d kicked hoisted himself back into the car. He yelled, “I’ll get you for this, bitch. When I do, you’re gonna beg me to kill you before I’m through.”
            The black car took off with a squeal from smoking tires, dripping red salsa and leaving glass shards in its wake. The driver had his head stuck halfway out the side window, his front windshield obviously too damaged and dirty for the wipers to clear. Aromas from the salsa’s spicy contents filled the air—cilantro, tomatoes, chili peppers. Deirdre fell in love with those scents.

            I hope the excerpt plus the new cover intrigued you to buy the OUT OF THE BLUE. Here are the links:



And while you’re here, let me remind you about two great team blogs in which I participate.

Sweethearts of the West
Sweethearts of the West at http://sweetheartsofthewest.blogspot.com is comprised of contemporary and historical western authors with informative posts on each even-numbered day of the month. Learn the stories behind these authors' books as well as myths and legends about the Old West.



Smart Girls Read Romance
Smart Girls Read Romance at http://www.smartgirlsreadromance.blogspot.com is a fun new blog comprised of award winning and bestselling multi-genre authors who dish about books, life, love, and romance. A new post goes up each even-numbered calendar day. All through June, we are giving away prizes, culminating in a KINDLE FIRE HD TABLET on June 30th. To be entered, all you have to do is comment. A follow counts as two extra entries. Check us out.

Thanks for stopping by!  


Thursday, April 11, 2013

NO STRINGS ATTACHED!


For several years now I’ve participated in (iamareadernotawriter) Inspired Kathy’s blog hops, blasts, and tours as well as those of other tour hosts. I’ve discovered many quality books and interesting authors. Occasionally, as in this post, Kathy organizes a NO STRINGS ATTACHED BLOG HOP. That’s right, no strings. You do not have to go here, there, and everywhere and no salesman will call.

NO STRINGS ATTACHED means all you have to do to be entered to win my drawing is to provide your email address. You don’t even have to comment unless you’re in the mood. See, really no strings.

My book featured on this NO STRINGS ATTACHED post is my romantic suspense/time travel OUT OF THE BLUE. I love reading romantic suspense. This is the only time travel I’ve published, but I have others in the works. The chance to combine the two was too good to resist. In fact, this is my husband Hero’s favorite of my books. I thoroughly enjoyed writing this book, but I fell down on choosing the cover.

Friends tell me the cover is blah and uninviting. After attending a recent conference at which covers were discussed, I have to agree this one is the pits. The story is good, so this cover must be replaced as soon as possible. In the meantime, I have print copies on hand with the old cover. So, I'm giving away FIVE print copies to people who enter this blog hop.

Briefly, here’s the story of OUT OF THE BLUE:

Brendan Hunter is a police detective in (fictitious) Radford Springs in North Central Texas. While he and his best friend partner were out one night, they were victims of a shooting which killed the friend and seriously injured Brendan. The story opens with Brendan staying at his mom’s home on Possum Kingdom Lake (a real place) while he recovers. The official opinion of the shooting is a drive-by, but Brendan doesn’t believe that report. He’s determined to discover who set up him and his partner.

Deirdre Dougherty is an herbal healer gifted—or cursed—with visions and clairvoyance. When an angry mob sets fire to her cottage, she runs until her only avenue of escape is the ocean. She leaps into the Atlantic, but lands in present day Possum Kingdom Lake beside Brendan’s bass boat. How can she explain the way she came to be there when she doesn’t believe it herself? At least Brendan’s mom Blossom believes her. Blossom even lets Deirdre help out in the health food store. Isn't it great they're both basically in the same business--herbs and healing?

Brendan believes Deirdre is either crazy or in league with the killer and he is determined to learn which. He intends to keep her under surveillance while he looks for his friend’s murderer. But both Brendan and Deirdre are needed to uncover the clues and save their lives when the villain ups his attacks.

Here’s the blah cover, but don’t let that fool you. It really is a good story, modestly said, of course. ☺

Brendan and Deirdre foreground with
Possum Kingdom Lake in background and
the cliff beneath which Brendan fished
when Deirdre landed beside his boat. 

And here’s an excerpt from OUT OF THE BLUE on a day Deirdre is helping Blossom at the health food store in Radford Springs:

Blossom gave Deirdre the mail. “Do you mind, dear? I hate going out in this sticky heat. It frizzes my perm, but it seems to have no effect on your gorgeous, thick hair.”

  "I’ll post these and be back in a minute to straighten the front display of that new organic salsa from Austin.” Deirdre carried the letters outside and dropped them into the box on the corner across the parking lot. She turned to start back.
   
A huge black car apparently had been parked at the back of the lot by the Dumpster and pulled alongside her. She saw the dented fender before the door opened. Then she realized the two scary guys from the bar were inside, partially obscured from view by the tinted windows. The blond stepped out and reached for her.

She understood his intent so she screamed for help and ran away from him. People came to the store window.

Polly rushed to the door. “Blossom’s calling the police. Hold on, Deirdre, we’re coming.”

But no one rushed to her aid. What could a few ladies do against these two frightening men? She’d have to save herself, so she screamed again.

The blond caught up with her and grabbed her arm. “No use screaming, lady. You’re coming with us.” He dragged her toward the car.

She kicked him and screamed again, clawing at him with her free hand. She drew blood along his arm and scratched his face.

He jerked her and grabbed both her hands. “You’re gonna be sorry you made me mad. I have lots of ways to get even.” He told her what he planned as he yanked her toward the car’s back seat.

Strong as an ox, the man held her in an iron grasp so her feet barely touched the ground. He heaved her toward the open door. Suspended above the ground, she braced a foot against the car’s body. With her other, she kicked him between the legs, just as Ma had taught her.

He turned red and released her as he doubled over and dropped to his knees. Without him supporting her, she hit the pavement hard. Her back took the force of her fall and the air whooshed from her. She couldn’t stand but she rolled away.

The driver pointed a gun at her. “Get in or you die right here, right now.”

What had Brendan said about this situation when they watched television? Never get in the car with anyone. But how could she resist without him shooting her? She recalled the blonde’s threats. If she had to die, she’d rather it be here quickly than at the hands of these two later. She made the sign of the cross and prepared herself for death.
  
A horn honked and tires squealed. Brendan yelled. “Deirdre, I’m coming.”

 Blossom and Polly hurried toward her, each carrying a broom and wielding it as if they intended to beat on the blond man. Several associates came with them and lobbed jars of something at the car. In the heat, the jars exploded like small bombs. After one loud crack, red oozed along the spider-webbed glass windshield.

 “What the . . .?” The scary man in black turned back toward the steering wheel. “Rod, with or without her, get in here.”
          
She struggled to her knees then stood, backing away.

Apparently unable to straighten, the guy she’d kicked hoisted himself back into the car. He yelled, “I’ll get you for this. When I do, you’re gonna beg me to kill you before I’m through.”

The black car took off with a squeal from smoking tires, dripping red salsa and leaving glass shards in its wake. The driver had his head stuck halfway out the side window, his front windshield obviously too damaged and dirty for the wipers to clear. Aromas from the salsa’s spicy contents filled the air—cilantro, tomatoes, chili peppers. Deirdre fell in love with those scents. 

Then Brendan was there, lifting her and carrying her to his car. He cradled her in his lap with the door open.

Blossom followed them and stood beside the car. “I called the police. We couldn’t think of any weapons but brooms and one-pound jars of salsa. Pretty feeble.”

Polly hovered behind Blossom. The other associates had gone back to their duties. A dozen customers and people from nearby stores stood near the building in the shade of the overhang, talking to one another or staring.

“You were brave and clever,” Deirdre assured Blossom and Polly then looked up at Brendan. “But they’d have been unable to stop the men if you hadn’t come.”      

He smiled. “It looks like you had them on the run, Mom. Salsa was a clever touch. Didn’t help the parking lot, though.”

Polly said, “Oh, those horrid men, at least they’re gone. We’ll use the brooms to get rid of the glass and hope for rain. Otherwise, maybe we can talk the fire department into hooking up a hose and spraying the lot for us.”

Deirdre nestled her head near Brendan’s ear. “The scary guy with the black hair had a gun. A broom and jars of tomato salsa are not much against a bullet. He could have killed everyone.”

  


I hope you are genuinely intrigued now and will want this book so much that if you don’t win, you’ll rush to buy it from Kindle, Nook, Kobo, iTunes, or Smashwords.

In the meantime, you know what to do to enter. No strings, remember?

Thanks for stopping by!

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

CHARACTER INTERVIEW--JOEL STONE FROM BLUEBONNET BRIDE


You’re just in time to make yourself comfy. Joel Stone, the hero of BLUEBONNET BRIDE, Men of Stone Mountain book three, will be here in a moment for a chat. Oh, here he comes riding up now. Give him just a minute to tie his horse at the hitching post outside.

Joel Stone

A handsome man strides in and removes his Stetson to reveal dark, almost black hair. Blue-gray eyes twinkle in a sun-tanned face. Powerful shoulders taper to a narrow waist and his denim trousers end at dark brown boots  polished to a high sheen.

With a slight bow, he smiles. “Howdy, Ma’am. “

Caroline: “Come right in.” I gesture to the chair opposite me. “Sit here where we can talk.”

Joel sits and crosses his ankles. “What did you have in mind, Ma’am?”

Caroline: “To begin, why don’t you explain how your family ended up in Radford Springs, Texas?”

Joel’s face lights up: “Be happy to. Zach is the reason we settled here. After our folks died back in Johnson County, he went northwest a ways and bought most of a mountain in Palo Pinto County.”  Joel holds up a hand. “Now I know you’re wondering how a man can own a whole mountain, but Zach only owns a valley and one side. On the map, you’ll find Stone Mountain listed, so he gets credit for the whole dadblamed mountain. Um, pardon my language.”

Caroline: “Of course. So, is Zach the oldest of you brothers?”

Joel: “I’m two years older than Zach and then Micah is two years younger. Since I’m oldest, I’m used to being in charge, but Zach is the peacemaker. He’s always been the one who captured the women’s admiration, but he never noticed. Sure am happy he found a good woman. 

Caroline: “I see, so you and Micah followed Zach here?”

Joel: “Reckon you could say we decided together that we’d come stake out ranches close by one another. We were tired of fighting and chasing after criminals. Zach found his place first and built a snug little cabin. We all bought cattle and drove them here. Zach and I planned to capture one more set of criminals and then settle down, but Micah wanted to stay put.”

Caroline: “If you’re used to giving orders and Zach is the peacemaker, what is Micah like?”

Joel chuckles.  “He’s his own man, but sometimes that brings problems. We hadn’t been here long before Micah was accused of murder. Naturally, Zach and I pitched in to help him.  Like any family, we’ve had our differences, but we stick together through thick or thin.”

Caroline: “Is Micah also married?”

Joel smiles broadly: “Each of my brothers married a fine woman and each one has a large ranch with lots of cattle. I couldn’t be prouder of them—or for them. I only wish our parents could see what fine men are carrying on their name.” He turned solemn. “Guess they’d be asking me why I’m thirty-two and not wed.”

Caroline: “So it’s just you three men left in your family?”

Joel: “Not by a long shot. You ought to meet our aunts, Maggie Jo Gamble and Lizzie Mae Fraser.” He slaps his hat against his knee. “Let me tell you, they are corkers. Those two dote on us and even moved to Radford Springs to be near us.”

Caroline: “Let’s talk about you, Joel. I see you’re wearing a badge. Tell me something about yourself.”

Joel shifts uncomfortably: “Like the badge says, I’m the Radford Springs Sheriff. Took over when Sheriff Ryan retired. I want this to be a good place for families to live. Just the other day, I ran a gambler out of town for cheating at cards.”

 Caroline: “Would you make an exception for a friend or someone important?”

Joel shakes his head. “I am a by-the-book lawman and you can take that to the bank.”

Caroline: “Both your brothers are married and you indicated your parents would want you to be wed also. Haven’t you found a woman you’d enjoy having as your wife?”

Joel appears embarrassed. “Not exactly. But if the new seamstress in town—she’s a widow, by the way—would give me a chance, I might be inclined.”

Caroline: “What is she like?”

Rosalyn, the new woman in town

Joel stares into space: “In the sunshine, her hair turns to molten red gold. Her eyes are brown, but not just plain brown. They’re…they’re like warm coffee. Her face is smooth and white and her hands have long, delicate fingers.” He focuses and smiles. “She has the cutest little girl named Lucy, who calls me Mister Sheriff and says I’m a giant.”

Caroline: “Sounds as if you are definitely interested in this dressmaker. What’s her name?”

Joel: “Rosalyn, and her name suits her. She’s sweet as a rose, and her voice carries the velvety, soft sounds of the South like you hear down around New Orleans.”

Caroline: “Are you and she courting or engaged?”

Joel exhales as if frustrated: “Reckon she isn’t interested in me. Don’t think I’m giving up, though. I am determined to win her over no matter how long it takes.”
 
Caroline: “Will you be taking her to your ranch if you convince her to marry you?”
Joel's house in Radford Springs

Joel: “No, I have a house in town.  Guess it was foolish of me, but I bought this 26-room house from a man who wanted to move on. His wife had died, see, and he lost interest. The house was a shell when I bought it, but I’m finishing it out one room at a time.”

Caroline: “A 26-room shell for a bachelor? That seems odd?”

Joel: “Reckon it is odd. He paid to have the house framed in and the roof and outside finished, but he planned to finish the inside himself. Whew,he sure did make a mess. I believe my 8 year old nephew Seth could have done as well.”

Caroline: “I can tell from your voice and facial expression that you love the house.”
 
Joel: “You’re right. I loved it the minute I saw it. When I heard Mr. Turnborough wanted to sell, I couldn’t get there fast enough to make an offer. Surprised me when he took it with no haggling. He loaded his kids into two wagons and took off for Colorado.”

Caroline: “Tell me more about yourself, Sheriff Stone.”

Joel shakes his head. “Ma’am, why don’t you just buy BLUEBONNET BRIDE and read it? Reckon that will answer all your questions, especially if you also read BRAZOS BRIDE about Micah and HIGH STAKES BRIDE about Zach. By the time you finish all three, you’ll be an expert on the Men of Stone Mountain. But don’t think the stories will end there. No, Ma’am. There are more coming about other people in Radford Springs. I believe Bear Baldwin has written away for a mail-order bride who's arriving along about the end of May.”

Caroline: “Thank you for that promotion, Joel. Let me include a blurb and an excerpt to entice readers a bit more (I hope).”

BLUEBONNET BRIDE Blurb:

He’s a by-the-book Texas sheriff; she’s on the run from a murder conviction...

When a tornado provides Rosalyn with the opportunity to escape the gallows, she collects her daughter Lucy and flees. They travel far enough West that Rosalyn believes she’s gone to the ends of the earth. She hopes she and Lucy will be safe in this remote North Texas town where she embarks on a new life as a dressmaker. If only she could avoid contact with people, especially the handsome sheriff who pops up every time she turns around. She fears either she or her chatterbox daughter may slip and reveal too much.

Joel Stone has been content with his life, even if it’s not the one he’d dreamed. His younger brothers are married and living nearby, his aunts have moved to Radford Springs, and he is respected for the efficient job he does as sheriff. When he meets the new widow in town, his instant attraction staggers him. She appears uninterested, but he is determined to win her hand in marriage. 

But life doesn’t turn out the way either Rosalyn or Joel plan. They overcome temporary obstacles, but what of the secret she protects? Can he save her from the gallows?

My friend, Nelda Liles of Frisco, Texas
took the bluebonnet photo.
No, that's not Nelda's photo on the cover. ☺


BLUEBONNET BRIDE Excerpt from Chapter One:

Excerpt set up: Rosalyn has been convicted of poisoning her wealthy, influential husband. She is innocent, but has no way to prove it. She has been sentenced to hang the next day on the gallows she watched built outside her cell window.
Rosalyn looked at Lucy’s drawing. Her daughter’s simplistic art showed a woman and little girl holding hands in a garden. How many times had she and Lucy walked among her plants, admiring the blooms and the butterflies attracted to the flowers? Rosalyn sank to her cot and sobbed.
The wind picked up and a gust fluttered the paper in her hands. Lightning flashed and rain blew through the open window. Rosalyn moved to the other cot across the narrow cell. At least the rain didn’t hit her there.
The sky grew darker and clouds developed a greenish cast. Fine hairs on Rosalyn’s arms prickled and raised. A peculiar sulphurous odor surrounded her.
“Sheriff, the sky looks ominous, like a tornado is coming.”  
Sheriff Boudreau glanced up but didn’t rise from his chair. “Naw, too early in the year for a cyclone.” He went back to reading his newspaper, which is what he did most of the time as far as Rosalyn could tell. Either the man memorized the stories or he was the slowest reader ever born.
Dust and debris blew through the window and swirled around the cell. A horrific sound reached Rosalyn’s ears, like a freight train roaring toward town. She’d never been in a tornado, but she recognized the vibration from descriptions she’d heard. Instead of just dust and paper, now debris flew from between the bars. A tin can hit her forehead with such force she fell back against the wall.
“Take cover,” yelled the sheriff and he hit the floor in an attempt to crawl into his desk’s kneehole.


Here are the urls for BLUEBONNET BRIDE:

Smashwords in e-book

Amazon in print or e-book:

Nook:

Kobo:

Thanks for stopping by!

Monday, March 18, 2013

JILL HUGHEY BOOK BLAST FOR VAIN



Today we welcome author Jill Hughey and her book, VAIN,  an amazing  historical romance.

Book Synopsis

Lily had her life planned, neat and tidy as thread on a spindle, until her mother died and her father snipped at the seams of her future by abandoning Lily in their shop. A nobleman unexpectedly gives her hope when he brings fabric for a special garment. Lily survives on his first payment, and immerses herself in sewing and embroidering an incomparable garment for him, as her tidy plan continues to unravel.

Theophilus, Lord of Ribeauville, takes his responsibility to his townspeople seriously and, therefore, does not dally with local women. Desire wars with duty when Lily glances up at him while adjusting the hem on his Easter tunic. As her deteriorating circumstances push them together, Theo and Lily learn that the path to his heart just might be through his wardrobe, though the exquisite outfit she creates is the only part of her that fits in his precarious aristocratic world.


PRAISES FOR THE NOVEL VAIN:
“I absolutely loved the story!” – Gina Ardito, Excellence in Editing
“Great character development.” – JeanSquires, beta reader


Quick Facts
Release Date: March 14, 2013.
Genre: Romance, historical, medieval
Formats: Kindle, Nook, Smashwords, iTunes, Kobo


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The Author
Jill Hughey has loved historical romance since sneaking peeks at her mother’s library years ago. She has enjoyed writing just as long.  She prides herself on deep character development, and settings that take her readers on long, satisfying journeys to places they have probably never been in a book before.

Jill lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and two sons. Her hobby is singing lessons, in which she studies classical soprano and some lighthearted works.

Learn more about the author at: http://jillhughey.blogspot.com



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Tour Schedule 
April 2: Black Lion Tour Blog: Introduction.


April 4: 
Love in a Book: Review and Top Ten List.
             Kimberly Lewis Blog: Guest Post.

April 6: Bunny's Reviews Blog: Guest Post.

April 7: A Novel Idea Live: Live Interview.

April 8: 
Deal Sharing Aunt: Review and Guest Post.
             A Novel Idea Live Blog: Promo

April 12: My Devotional Thoughts: Review and Guest Post. 

April 13: Tina's Book Reviews: Guest Post. 

April 15: Pure Jonel: Review and Guest Post. 

April 16: A Book Lover's Library: Guest Post. 

April 17: Black Lion Tour Blog: Wrap-up.



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