Friday, 29 November 2013

FLIGHT OF HER LIFE - WIN ONE OF TWO FREE COPIES IN MY BLOG HOP TOUR

I’m going to be visiting some of my favorite new author friends over the next week or so, starting tomorrow and I’d love you to join me in my hop. I’m doing a consecutive Excerpt of Flight of Her Life, my new Romantic Comedy especially for Christmas, so if you follow along, by the end, you will have read my first two chapters.

I love life and I laugh a lot. I think that’s why funny things seem to happen to me. So I thought I would do a little competition. The answers will be a pure guess and just for fun, but by the time you’ve read a few of the questions, you’re going to have a better insight to how things are in my life – especially it seems when I go on holiday.

Also I will give away a free copy of Flight of Her Life to the two top scoring visitors. You need to answer all the questions on the first 6 sites, just leave your answer in the comment box at the bottom of each blog and I will let you know the answers when we reach Layne, so follow me around. If you miss one out, you can go back, I won’t judge until I put the answers up on the 9th December.

Look forward to seeing you around.



Here’s my visiting schedule, kicking off tomorrow:

30th November – Kimber Vale
3rd December – Shiloh Sadler
4th December – M S Kaye 
5th December – Allyson Lindt
6th December – Daisy Banks
7th December – Eva Lefoy
9th December – Layne Macadam


In addition, I am also featured on the following great sites:

Cover Reveals - 28th November

Cover Reveals



Romance Lives Forever - 2nd December

Romance Lives Forever

Thursday, 14 November 2013

Flight of Her Life - Excerpt



Excerpt


One entire week! How in hell’s name was she supposed to keep up the pretense for one whole week? Honestly, when Phillip’s parents saw beneath her cultured voice and her ability to dress slick, the premier family of Houston, Texas were going to run her out of town. They were going to realize what a fraud she was when she made her first move and destroyed their house with a flick of her wrist. Then their precious boy would never be allowed to marry her.
Bailey crossed her legs to relieve the ache in one buttock and give the other side of her bottom a little more weight. Sitting on the floor of the elevator for three hours the previous night had not been the most comfortable experience of her life and her backside hurt. She was going to cross her legs on this occasion, but she needed to get out of the habit as soon as she could. After all, she didn’t want people to think she was cheap.
She wondered if she would be considered vulgar for spending three hundred dollars on a rare bottle of bourbon and an expensive fragrance in order to impress people she hadn’t even met.
Impatient, she flicked her gaze up to check the flight board for the millionth time. She pressed her lips softly together to make sure her lipstick was still in place and glanced around the crowded New York City airport lounge, nervously patting her neat blonde coiffure which had taken her forty minutes to strap down.
As her eyes anxiously scanned the room, they fell on the familiar sight of a cowboy by the checkout in duty free. Second time she’d noticed him in an hour and she’d tried not to make eye-contact in case he decided to come over and re-acquaint himself.
Unable to resist, Bailey raised one perfectly sleek eyebrow, and leaned forward, pushed her black rimmed glasses further up her nose to take a closer peek. Nice. Purely from a female’s perspective, she could see nothing wrong with the male specimen in duty free. Long lean legs in pale, worn denim, and those thighs under that denim contracted as he bent to pick up his rucksack, sending an unwelcome fission of heat burning a rapid line through her stomach and into her loins, just like he had always managed to do. If she had to judge, she’d bet those muscles filled his jeans better than they used to when she’d been sixteen and he’d been…
Aware of her heart rate accelerating, Bailey jerked upright with a short sharp gasp, her eyes widening as the overwhelming sensation of carnal desire took her by surprise. She was an engaged woman—almost—she shouldn’t even be looking at tall, well-defined cowboys, especially ones she had already been…intimate with. Not that it should count as it had been so long ago, but he obviously still managed to make her mouth water.
Rucksack flung across his shoulder, his eyes caught hers and pierced through her like a blue laser as he walked straight toward her, leaving no doubt he’d been perfectly aware of where she was the whole time. Desperate not to be caught staring, Bailey dipped her eyes, uncrossed her legs and re-crossed them the other way. She accidently flicked her half-filled coffee cup as she flexed her knee, and felt the searing hot liquid splash down her legs and soak through her short neat black skirt.
“Shit.”
With a feral growl, she ducked her head and flicked at the scalding liquid with a
small napkin that had come with the coffee, dismayed to see tiny white balls of tissue gathering across her wet skirt as she dabbed furiously. Her jerky movements caused her heavy rimmed glasses to clunk off her nose and smack painfully onto her chin. Rolling her eyes she raised her head and came face to face with the handsome cowboy.
Crooked smile in place, his amused blue eyes met hers as he hunkered down next to her, slowly reached out, unhooked her glasses from behind her ears and removed them from her chin. He folded them and offered them back to her.
“Hey, Bailey. Fancy meeting you here.” His familiar low drawl made her mouth drop open. She wasn’t sure whether he could see the saliva dribbling from the corner of her lips, but she raised shaking fingers and slid them across her skin to check just in case. Annoyed with herself, she’d been convinced she had moved on; found a new life existing without him, when obviously he still had an overwhelming effect on her.
His eyes followed the movement of her fingers, skimmed further up to stare at her mouth, his own firm lips parted and his tongue took a slow swipe across his bottom lip, sending her pulse into overdrive.
“Hi.” Short, sharp and efficient—after all she was about to become engaged to be married and he had to realize he had no right coming on to her in an airport lounge, no matter how long she had known him. She reached out her left hand, twizzled the rock back the correct way, and deliberately dazzled him with her nine carat diamond ring as she grasped her glasses, and tried to take them back.
His smile stuck as he held on. She bared her teeth at him through her own tight smile and pulled the glasses toward her in a restrained tug-of-war. Her perfect manicure gripped the frame, the left lens popped out, completed a slow-motion somersault, and smacked onto the hard tiled floor in front of her, breaking in two.
“Shit.” Dropping off her seat to the floor, Bailey frantically grabbed the two broken pieces of her lens, stabbing the nail of her forefinger sharply into the floor tile in her short-sighted desperation. She felt the snap of it, like a part of her own finger had cracked. Heat blazed across her cheeks as her heart filled with anguish, her finger throbbed with agony, and she flicked rapid glances at the dark haired cowboy whose smile had spread right across his beautiful face, showing even white teeth. His wide, muscular chest and broad shoulders shook with laughter.
“Bailey, you shouldn’t hide your pretty face behind those frames, just to make yourself look sophisticated.”
“Shut up, Sebastian.” She flung herself back on the seat and felt the snag and tear as her tights caught on the edge of the tubular seating. “Oh my God.” Despair had her wailing as the cowboy’s laughter burned her ears. He reached out a hand, cupped the calf of her leg in his warm rough palm and unhooked her tights with the fingers of his other hand, stealing her breath as he smoothed those long, warm fingers up the back of her knee.
Breathless, she gazed down at his handsome, angular face.
“I don’t think you should do that.”
“Really?” He shuffled closer, his hand edged higher to skim up the back of her thigh; her breath came in short, panicked gasps.
“No, my fiancĂ© wouldn’t like it.”
Laughter rumbled out of him as he removed his hand from her leg, kneeled in front of her and leaned his forearms lightly across her knees, raising himself up so she felt his
breath dance across her cheek.

“Good, because I’m not going to do it to your fiancĂ©.”

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Wednesday, 13 November 2013

5 Places to Find Story Ideas - M S Kaye

A warm welcome back to M S Kaye who visited here not so long ago on the launch of her fabulous book The Fight Princess.

This time she's here to show us her new release Once.
Tell us, where do you find your story ideas?
The first question most people ask me when they find out I write is “How do you come up with your ideas?” I think part of the trick is just to be constantly tuned into that part of your brain. Where other people might think, “Wow, I need to Facebook that,” writers are thinking, “Ooh, that’s a great story idea!” Other than everyday life, here are some places where I find ideas and inspiration:
1.      History—Some crazy things have happened in our world throughout the ages. Why not use it? I either pick an event or circumstance and modify it to fit my purposes, or create a link to some major event in history.

2.      Mythology and Fairy Tales—Even crazier things happen in mythology, which makes it a ripe playing ground for writers. The novel that I’m currently rewriting/editing is about teenagers who have been reincarnated as Sumerian Gods. The book recreates a mythological story in a modern way.

3.      Movies—No, I don’t mean steal ideas, but you can pull bits and pieces about the story or characters and then twist it around in your mind and come up with something completely different.

4.      Dreams—I know it sounds corny, but some of my favorite stories come to me from the flashes I see in my dreams. My first novel was a story I’d dreamed clearly. It took me years to realize it wasn’t going to go away and I needed to write it down. Now it’s one of my favorite stories.

5.      Literature—I love referencing famous works from history to hint at the theme or plot points to come. Or maybe take an O. Henry story and expand it in a modern way. Maybe find out what happened to Tom Sawyer when he grew up.
Where do you find your inspiration?
Once

by M.S. Kaye

Released 11/7/13 by Jupiter Gardens Press

Her first and also her Once.

Jonathan is studying to become a priest. He is three days from taking vows. He will not be a priest.

Rebecca’s major is pre-law. She is supposed to take over her father’s law firm. She will not be lawyer.

Their paths cross at exactly the right moment, when each most needs to hear what the other has to say. Jonathan’s structured life is turned sideways, but Rebecca also helps him learn how to forgive himself. It was self-defense, not murder.

Rebecca finds the strength to stand up to her father, to be the real her. If Jonathan likes her writing, it must be worth pursuing.

They must each struggle to forge a new path without each other’s comfort and strength, with only memories of the one day that changed everything.


Author Bio

M. S. Kaye is a 4th degree black belt and certified instructor of Songahm Taekwondo. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in Jacksonville, FL, where she does her best not to melt in the sun.

Find M. S. Kaye at:

Twitter: @mskosciuszko

Also available from M.S. Kaye:

Fight Princess: A female underground fighter from a high society family learns how to accept love.

iBooks - http://bit.ly/17Asczv
Barnes & Noble - http://bit.ly/1abP1LC
Liquid Silver Books (publisher – all formats) - http://bit.ly/172SszA




Friday, 8 November 2013

PRE-RELEASE SALE WITH 20% DISCOUNT

Fantastic news - Flight of Her Life is now available on pre-order straight from the publishers with 20% off.

Traveling from New York City to Houston to meet her future in-laws and announce her engagement, accident prone Bailey finds herself in a situation beyond her control. All flights are cancelled the night before Christmas Eve, leaving Bailey stranded at the airport with a cowboy from her past.

Against all odds, Sebastian manages to rescue Bailey from one disaster after another, but is it too late to rescue her from her future? Faced with a heartrending dilemma, does Bailey turn her back on the man who offers her a life of security, or does she run off to Maui with a cowboy?

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Thursday, 7 November 2013

Character Interviews from The Virgin Madam - New Release by Shiloh Sadler



Welcome Shiloh,

It’s lovely of you to drop by and bring Joe and Laura with you today. Help yourselves to coffee, draw up a chair, grab some chocolate and come and have a chat.

I absolutely love your cover art in that wonderful atmospheric sepia.

I hope you don’t mind, but I have some questions to ask, and I’m going to jump right in and start with Joe

Joe is an odd name for a girl. Why do people call you that?

My full name is Josephine Bascum. I’ve been called Joe since I was old enough to sit a horse. My papa wanted a boy.

Wouldn’t you just love to be able to dress up in those can-can clothes?

I’d look mighty funny, don’t you think? I don’t have the build it requires.

How would you describe yourself?

I’m a tomboy. A little rough around the edges, but I’m a person you can count on.
  
What is your biggest flaw?

I’m stubborn. Being bull-headed runs in the family.

Can you tell me how long you have been on the run for?

I guess it has only been a month, but some days it feels like a year. You don’t get restful sleep when you have one eye open.

Laura, my dear, can I top up your coffee, more chocolate? Tell me, how tough has it been to keep this place going?

Each day is like the next. I’ve been in this

Do you consider yourself brave?

Yes, and no. Yes, because anyone who lives in Bitterroot Flats, a town run by outlaws, has to be brave or foolish enough to ignore the danger. Mainly though I try to keep my head down and make it through each day without too much trouble.

Do you like living in Bitterroot Flats, California?

I hate living in Bitterroot Flats! It was Mama’s dream to move to California and start a farm, but on the way here she took sick and died. Papa gave into his vice and opened a brothel instead. Since then I’ve felt trapped here in the dusty, desert town.

Why don’t you just leave Bitterroot Flats then?

I’ve asked myself the same question hundreds of times. I don’t have anywhere else to go though. With the Fletcher Gang taking half my profits each week for the privilege of doing business in this town I don’t have much of a stake to start over somewhere else.

Why do people call you the virgin madam?

That’s a joke Amanda started after I inherited the brothel. I’m twenty years old and definitely of marrying age. The town has mostly men so one would naturally think I should snag me one. At least for a night. But I’m not interested in any of them.

Thank you so much for dropping by, Shiloh, can you tell me a little about your book?

Blurb:

After a vicious outlaw murders her father, Laura Rutherford sees no future beyond running the family brothel and kowtowing to the local gang. Not even marriage offers escape. No man can compete with the beautiful women who dance the can-can for her each night...at least not until a gentle stranger sweeps in and opens her eyes to desires too long denied.

Joe Bascum stumbles into Bitterroot Flats looking for a place to hide from a gunman out for blood. When the innocent Madame from the local brothel offers a bed and bath, Joe accepts hoping to show the buttoned-up beauty just how right forbidden desire can feel.

When danger escalates, can Laura help Joe defeat the famous Fletcher gang, or is she destined to live a lonely life as the virgin madam?

Buy Links:

Decadent Publishing: http://bit.ly/1fhm3Jj

Amazon: http: http://amzn.to/186dWtS

Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/18W9L3n 



Author Bio:

Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.

Social Media Links:

History in the Hot Lane Blog: http://shilohsaddler.blogspot.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/shiloh.saddler?fref=ts

Monday, 4 November 2013