Category: guest author
Do You Know Marianne Evans? (contest)
Today I’m happy to welcome another Inspirational Romance author to my blog. Marianne Evans has a new release coming soon titled Devotion. I absolutely love the cover!
You’re Writing About…WHAT?
Yep. Those four seemingly innocuous words came at me more than a few times as I created the story DEVOTION, releasing on October 15th from Harbourlight Books (part of the amazing publisher, Pelican Book Group!). Why, you may ask? Oh, nothing too out of the ordinary…just another day of being an author of Christian fiction and romance writing about adultery.
You read the word correctly, no need to scan back over it a few times. Adultery.
Before I wander into the topic of the “A” word, let me give you a frame of reference. Some background. First of all, there’s a misconception out there that Christian fiction and romance is, thankfully, beginning to overcome. What would that be? It’s the idea that books with a Christian world view and faith-centered themes are somehow out of step with modern culture and the reality of our world. Unrelatable.
There’s another misconception we’re blasting out of the water as well. It’s the idea that Christian novels are…well…shall we say…a cleverly masked sermon. I like to hope, and pray that the stories we tell apply to the life all of us lead with an uplifting message of hope and inspiration.
Before I wander into the topic of the “A” word, let me give you a frame of reference. Some background. First of all, there’s a misconception out there that Christian fiction and romance is, thankfully, beginning to overcome. What would that be? It’s the idea that books with a Christian world view and faith-centered themes are somehow out of step with modern culture and the reality of our world. Unrelatable.
Now, I’ll step toward the topic of DEVOTION.
I’ll grant you, the idea of a Christian novel centered on the issue of adultery is unusual, but Devotion and the characters who drive it, stirred my heart and refused to be silenced. Kellen and Juliet Rossiter had a story to tell with powerful importance and impact. The idea of working on committed relationship, fixing what’s wrong and finding your way back to the love you share with your spouse appealed to me as a writer and a woman who’s been married for thirty years.
Marriage, like life, has seasons both good and bad. People you love, the vows you make, aren’t disposable. When the seasons of turmoil transform into the seasons of joy, you look back on the trials and share a knowing sense of connectedness and rejoice in all you have established together as husband and wife—a covenant, not just a contract.
I pray you enjoy Devotion and that it blesses you as creating it has blessed me!
Christian Music agent Kellen Rossiter has everything he ever wanted: A-list clients from coast to coast, a loving wife who honors and respects him, and a faith life that’s never wavered—until now.
Juliet Rossiter has the perfect life: a rewarding schedule serving the underprivileged, a husband who loves her as Christ loved the church, and a blessed future as a mother—at least that’s what she thinks.
For Better or Worse
But what happens when their rock-solid marriage begins to crumble under the weight of an unexpected and powerful temptation? How does love survive when its foundation is shaken?
‘Til Death Do Us Part
When human frailty and the allure of sin deal a harsh blow to their relationship, it will take more than love to mend the shattered trust and heartbreak. It will take a lifetime of devotion.
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Marianne is also giving away one ebook copy of Devotion to a lucky reader. Leave a comment below with your email address to enter. The winner will be chosen via random.org on 7/28. Good luck!
Do You Know J. C. Daniels?
Well, do you? If that name doesn’t sound familiar I’ll bet Shiloh Walker does. Both monikers belong to the same insanely talented author. I’ve been a fan of Shiloh’s since around 2007. If you’ve never read her contemporary romance then you are missing out! As for J.C., I plan to snatch up her work a.s.a.p.. So, without further adieu, I give you J.C. Daniels:
Hello!
I’m on a mad dash around blog land, promoting the release of my upcoming urban fantasy… I write romance—romantic suspense and paranormal romance under the name Shiloh Walker. My urban fantasy books will be released under the pen name J.C. Daniels, and while yes, there’s a romantic thread running through them, they aren’t romance. I…uh…well, I really liked a couple of the guys I met while writing the first two books and there’s also a guy I really, really hated…
Colbana.
The message popped up on my phone sometime past eleven that night.Sprawled on my bed, going bleary eyed as I combed through yet another batch of runaways, I grabbed the phone with one hand and flipped the sheet over me with my other. I was just barely fast enough.The door to my room opened a micro-second later.I was dressed. Workout shorts, a tank top, decent enough, but still. Studiously ignoring him, I read the message and tapped back a reply.
The one and only.
That’s a relief. Can’t handle two of you, Linc texted back. So, exactly why did you make a point of giving me your cell number when I’ve had it for three years now? I mean, I called you to ask you out about once a week for a year.
I smiled a little as I deleted the message before replying. Linc had picked up on that, all right.The shadow fell across my bed, although I didn’t hear him.Rolling around, I casually settled with my back against the headboard and glanced up.
“Any reason you’re in my room?”
Damon leaned a shoulder against the bedpost, stared at me. “Who is the message from?”
“A guy.”
Black brows ratcheted up. “You really think you got time to mess with that shit right now?”
“Hey, when you got an itch…” I shrugged and sent Linc back a reply.
Just need a favor. When the results come back on the kid, can you email me them to my old email? Not the current—somebody reads them over my shoulder right now. He’s also trying to read my texts, BTW.
I deleted that message as the asshole in residence pushed away from the bedpost and prowled closer.
Sure thing, gorgeous.
I rolled my eyes.Two seconds later, the phone was out of my hand.
“You asshole, give me my phone back.”
Damon read the message, then went to scroll back through the other messages.
“Why are you deleting the messages?”
“None of your damned business!” I snapped.
Rolling to my knees, I went to snatch the phone way.I stopped as he lifted a hand and rolled out of his reach in a backwards shoulder roll before he could so much as touch me. Coming off the bed, I kept it between us as I stared at him.He’d warned me there was a reckoning coming and while I figured it would happen sooner or later, I’d rather not have it happen just yet. My palm itched. Absently, I twisted it as the bones popped.Damon wasn’t messing with my phone anymore. He threw it down on the bed and glared at me.
“Would you quit acting like every time I move, I’m going to attack you?”
Call me…I’m here, I’m here—
The sword was on my bed and the silver of it burned unnaturally bright.
He glanced at it and said, “If you even move toward that thing, I’m going to bend it into knots.”I curled my lip at him. “Like you could.”
He leaned forward. “Is that a dare, little girl?”
“No. It’s a plainly stated fact. Now…why don’t you do us both a favor and get the fuck out of my bedroom?”
I jutted my chin out, rotated my wrist again as the itching and heat flared. The sword flashed brighter. I usually wasn’t this close to it without having it in my hand.I couldn’t help it, though. Ever since he’d spouted off that little piece about a reckoning, I’d been on eggshells, just waiting for whatever the hell he had in mind. If he thought he could leave another mark on me, damn it, I’d bloody him.
He leaped over the bed. I backpedaled and faded into nothingness, going invisible as he came for me.This was one time where his sense of smell might not help.The entire room smelled of me.
“Damn it, considering how mouthy you are, you’re a damned coward.”
A smirk was on his lips as I brushed by him, just barely missing his outstretched hand. He moved back over by the bed and settled on the foot of it, that sly, Cheshire cat grin curling his lips as he reached behind him, closing his hand over the grip of my sword.My breath hitched in my chest.
Mine—
His eyes flickered my way. No, he couldn’t see me and tracking me by scent was harder. But he heard that, damn it. I couldn’t stop the way my heart reacted when he touched my blade. Couldn’t stop it.
“Don’t like seeing me play with your toy, huh?” He lifted her and caught the tip in his other hand. Muscles flexed. “How about if I twist it up a little?”
Read more…Shiloh Walker/J.C. Daniels
She’s also holding a contest! Enter to win some blades and books—check out the J.C. Daniels Book Tour! For a full list of the prizes and disclaimer, please visit the blog.
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Do You Know Mary Manners? (contest)
Today’s guest post is something very different from the norm. I’ve never posted Inspirational Romance here before, though I have read a few books in that genre. I’ve found them to be wonderful stories full of love and usually amazing characters. I hope you’ll agree with me and welcome today’s guest, Inspirational Romance author Mary Manners.
The most important ingredients in the Bad Boy recipe are the Hidden Secrets (what woman doesn’t like a few juicy secrets?) and the Pinch of Conscience…for this is what sets the desired change into motion. The sharing of secrets creates a strong bond between a man and a woman. And without at least the slightest Pinch of Conscience—which leads to a sense of loyalty when blended well with the other ingredients—there can be no real development or change. -Mary Manners
http://www.marymannersromance.com/
- Paperback: 228 pages
- Publisher: White Rose Publishing (October 5, 2012)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 1611161665
- ISBN-13: 978-1611161663
- Mary is offering a Tour Wide Giveaway – Please enter by Rafflecopter – each commentator from each stop will be entered into a grand giveaway for a chance to win one of the two prizes up for grabs – a $50 Gift Card (Amazon/BN – winners choice) or a print set of her (5) books (Wisdom Tree when it debuts in October). Winners will be chosen August 14th.
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Do You Know Melissa Aires?
Today I’m happy to have another Melissa on my blog! Welcome Melissa 🙂
Meet My Heroine!Svana Morgas, a medium height, medium build, dishwater blond hair, brown eyed, forty-something woman. My new release, Refugees On Urloon, is a science fiction romance set on an exotic waterworld. Like many scifi books, there is a galactic war, and my heroine Svana is affected by it. But Svana is not what you might be expecting. She is not a kick-ass heroine, with blasters strapped to her hips, taking out the alien invaders with high kicks, gymnastic evasions and sharp shooter skills..She’s a middle aged supply clerk. She’s a survivor. She’s a single mom.As a young wife on an agricultural world, Svana lost a husband and two small children when the Asha invaded. Refugee camps, relocation, work in munitions factories on industrial worlds followed as she dragged her surviving child from place to place, seeking a stable life. Finally, Junia is grown and safe, living and working as a chemist in a huge munitions complex. Svana becomes a military support staff–a non-military trained worker with mundane responsibilities– managing a warehouse of supplies on a Academy Training vessel used to train students in Ship Command.She never expected to be flung across space in the backlash of a powerful weapon. You can read Svana’s story in Refugees On Urloon,
Under normal circumstances, Svana, non-military maintenance crew, and Captain Liam Ringel, a highly respected military instructor, would never have crossed paths. A sudden anomaly, however, thrusts them into deep space where they are rescued by the inhabitants of an exotic and isolated waterworld, Urloon.
More information can be found on my Refugees On Urloon Celebration Blog Tour!
Thanks for having me, Missy!
-Melisse Aires
Do You Know Tina Donahue? (CONTEST)
Do You Know Cristal Ryder?
I’d like to thank Missy Jane for having me on her blog. It’s fun to blog hop and you will be able to visit Missy Jane when she comes to visit me on March 29th.
Yesterday was my BIG day! Oh yes. My latest release with Ellora’s Cave was unleashed on the world. Switch Me Up. It is being published under the brand spanking (no pun intended of course) new line EC for Men.
EC for Men is geared for the male reader. The story is written from the male perspective and how the boy-mind thinks. So it’s hot, visual, and very sexy. But that doesn’t mean the ladies won’t enjoy this story too! I’m very excited to be a part of this new line and one of the first authors to be published in it. To whet your whistle, I’ve included an excerpt.
Blurb:
Steve wasn’t sure how playing it safe to find a match on a dating site could have gone so wrong—or was it so right? Younger than him by ten years, Clare exudes confidence, sexuality and an erotic allure that leaves no room for misinterpretation. She wants him. And he wants nothing more than to bury himself in her heat. But she comes with some baggage. Literally. Once his predatory minx breaks open the suitcase and the toys come out, Steve knows he’s in for the wildest ride of his life.
He left her in the living room. Upstairs he tossed some clothes laying around his bedroom into the hamper, smoothed the bed that didn’t need fixing and turned on the bedside lamp.
He was about to have sex with a complete stranger.
Something so totally out of character for him it made him nervous. He may be apprehensive but he sure wasn’t dead and he wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass by. His heart started to race and his cock hardened. Sex. Tonight he was going to bang a woman ten years his junior. What did that make him?
A lucky fucking dog, that’s what. He smiled at his wit.
Once he was satisfied with the room Steve went back downstairs.
He totally expected her to be sitting on the couch waiting for him with her drink in hand. He half hoped she’d be naked or something. Instead she sat in the shadows out of the glow of the fire. She had changed clothes. Steve adjusted his balls and stiffening dick in his jeans.
What the fuck did she have on?
She stood and stepped into the light cast by the fire and lamp in the far corner. He nearly swallowed his tongue. Now he knew one thing she had in the suitcase.
“Do you like?”
Clare smoothed her palms over her breasts, along her sides and ended her caress by placing her hands on her hips, tipping her shoulder forward with her hip cocked. Her voice, low and sultry, wrapped around him like hot honey.
Steve nodded.
“Speak, tell me you like it.”
His eyebrows shot up and Clare reached out a hand sheathed in elbow-length leather opera gloves and touched his shoulder.
“I like it,” he replied quickly.
Clare’s husky laugh didn’t seem to fit her tiny form. She circled and paused behind him, running her finger across his back from shoulder to shoulder before settling both palms on his hips. He craned his head to look at her and was distracted when her black, stocking-clad leg hooked around his knee. Steve’s hand dropped to her thigh and held her leg in place.
“I’m glad you like it,” she whispered in his ear.
He kept his gaze glued on her leg, rubbing his palm up her thigh to the scarlet top on the stockings and back down to her knee. It was a spectacular sight. He groaned when she thrust her hips against his ass and tightened her grip.
“Are you hard for me?”
Is she fucking kidding?
“Why don’t you check for yourself?”
“Oh, what a delicious invitation.”
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Meet Maureen O. Betita!
Today I have a special treat for you! One of my first writing buddies is a wonderful lady I met at the RT convention back in 2008. We were both aspiring back then and she has been such a font of encouragement for me throughout the whole journey. I’m absolutely delighted to let ya’ll know about her book series dedicated to the pirate world she loves. Please welcome Maureen O. Betita! She’s also generous enough to offer a prize to one lucky comment left on today’s post. Good luck!
What is Your Impression Worth?
Do You Know Vaughn R. Demont?
House of Stone
Blurb:
A modern knight, a noble quest, and a magical sword. What could go wrong?
Welcome to the City, where gods run nightclubs, goblins hire out as mercs,
sorcerers work their magic, the Fae hold court over every neighborhood…and humanity is blissfully ignorant of it all. For minor Fae noble Richard Stone, life is going well. He has a decent fiefdom (okay, it’s a slum), a budding acting career (okay, so it’s porn), and one of only five magical swords in the City. An arranged
marriage is barely a blip on his worry meter—until his family blade loses its magic. The shame of it puts his noble standing in jeopardy. To regain his status, Richard needs help. Fortunately, his new bride is a sidhe knight and his servant Simaron has, er, his back. Together they embark on a quest to find the demon who slew his father, investigate a conspiracy that goes to the highest echelons of Fae nobility, and discover a secret family legacy that could ruin his House. All while keeping up appearances to a society that demands perfection. And they say a noble’s life is easy…
Warning: This book contains explicit gay sex, not-so-explicit gay sex, explicitly implied gay sex, routine breaking of the fourth wall, occasional bouts of Pearl Jam fanboy-ism, and plot. Side effects include confusion and headaches, and are best avoided by reading the pages therein in numerical order.
Coyote’s Creed: Broken Mirrors Book 1
(PRE-ORDER ONLY. RELEASES 10/11/2011)
Blurb:
Always have an ace up your sleeve.
If con games were taught in high school, Spencer Crain would be on the honor roll. As it is, he’ll be riding the edge of failure to graduation next month. Then Spence gets the news that his long-gone father is not
only dead, but was a Coyote, one of three clans of tricksters in the City.
With a near-catatonic mother on his hands, Spence couldn’t care less about the Coyotes’ ongoing feud with the Phouka and the Kitsune—until it lands on his doorstep. Suddenly he’s thrown headfirst into a dangerous
world he knows next-to-nothing about. His only guide is Rourke, dashing King of the Phouka, plus a growing pack of half-siblings, a god, and Fate herself.
As Spence embarks on a journey to learn the Coyote’s creed, the truth about his heritage, and how to handle his growing attraction to Rourke, he wonders when his life turned from TV sitcom to real-life danger zone. And what price must he pay to survive the next roll of the dice…
Product WarningsContains PG-13 rated violence, R-rated language and X-rated hotel scenes.
Meta-humor, pop-culture humor, utter disregard for the 4th wall abound.
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Vaughn R. Demont. Writer, gamer, waffle-addict.
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