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Friday, May 30, 2014

Read to Me Release Day! #erotic #romance #newrelease

Happy Friday, everyone! I'm celebrating the release of my newest erotic romance, Read to Me! I'm pretty busy today--participating in *two* giveaways! You'll find me at the Romancing the Book Blog talking about my experiences with some "forbidden" books in my own life. There I'll be giving away several of my earlier romances--please stop by and comment for a chance to win!

Also, thanks to Kel Starnes and Literary Nook Book Promotions, I'm part of a release day blitz. I'm giving away a $25 Amazon or Barnes & Noble GC to one random winner. You'll find the Rafflecopter below as well as at the other stops on the blitz.

I'm excited because this is my first older woman/younger man romance and my first featuring an over-forty heroine. Hey, who says mature women can't get their sexy on?

Read to Me by Nona Raines
Published by The Wild Rose Press (Scarlet rosette)
65 pages

Erotic m/f novella

At the age of forty-four, Blaise Blankenship believes her own opportunity for romance has long since passed until she accidentally lands in the lap of a sexy stranger. She and the handsome Latino connect over an afternoon at a local bookstore, sharing their love of erotica. Blaise is swept away by an impetuous, hot, "no last names" night together. But the morning after reveals a truth she can't ignore—or avoid.

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Have a wonderful weekend, all!

Nona Raines

Hot Contemporary Romance
Edgy ~ Emotional ~ Erotic

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Throwback Thursday - The Blond Heartthrob

Hello from your newest Diva, Kara Leigh Miller! This is my first official post as a Diva, and I'm super excited to be here. And have I got a cool treat for you today! Some TBT, a little bit of RT, and whole lotta H-O-T!

Y'all remember this guy? :-)

That's right -- cover model extraordinaire -- Fabio Lanzoni! Or simply Fabio as he's more widely known. In the early days of publishing he was all the rage, the blond heartthrob that graced the covers of hundred of romance novels in the 80s and 90s.

If you wrote a romance, you wanted him on your cover. I mean, who wouldn't want to have those long, blond locks blowing in your face? Who wouldn't want to run their fingers through his hair? Or trail your fingers down those pecs and abs? He was a cover model God.

But, whatever happened to Fabio? Is he still posing for cover art? I don't think so.

Have no fear though! Look at what we found at RT14!!

Barbara Garren, CJ, Georgeann Swiger, and Ana Blaze
Kara Leigh Miller, CJ, and Kat Daemon

That's right! It's Fabio's doppelganger.  How cool is that??

I affectionately referred to him as "Fake Fabio" each time I saw him. His real name is CJ, and he's a very nice guy, always smiling, always willing to stop and talk to us, and snap a photo or two. And yes, that's his real hair ;-) Please don't ask me how I know that. A girl has to have some secrets, right?

Until next week....Cowboys!!!

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

#RT14 - The Good, The Bad, and The WTF

Welcome back to your local Diva hangout! 

I've been pretty quiet as of late, but I have been ridiculously busy in the best possible way. 

First, it was prepping for the Romantic Times Convention (RT14) - I finished another round of revisions on my romantic suspense in preparation so that I could focus on the paranormal series I would be pitching at the Convention. And then there were the wardrobe decisions which took ages! I needed casual clothes, party clothes, costumes, business attire, and then the basics like
undergarments... just thinking back on it makes me break out in hives! It was horrifying the condition of my bedroom and closet for over a week as I went through every item of clothing I remembered I had, and some I'd completely forgotten! And then there was the horror of trying to fit all of those things into two carry-on bags... it's a damn good thing I'm a seasoned world traveler or I might have been paralyzed in the face of the amount of crap I'd spread out on my bed to pack. "Is that all going to fit in that little suitcase?" my family asked. 

Oh, how little faith they have! 

Of course it fit. With some coaxing, a few choice words, and a shove or two. 

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Now that's how you pack, ladies and gentlemen!

Then there was the preparation for the book signing! Yikes. So I was going to ship my books down, so I didn't have to check luggage, and because I have more faith in the post office than I do in the airlines not to lose my stuff. So I packed up my babies and insured them and sent them on their merry way. Now if I was the nail-biting type, I'd have no fingers left! As it is, I'm more of a bitch and pace and not sleep type... none of which was very helpful or productive as I was trying to get everything in order to leave. Or while I was, you know, working the day job. So anyways, I sent the books and I put in my little tracking number and watched my box travel from NY to New Orleans... and then NOTHING. My babies got to the city where they were supposed to be, and that's it. I couldn't get anyone to tell me if they'd arrived at the hotel for the convention, if they were sitting in the middle of a Post Office warehouse somewhere, or if they'd fallen into the gutters on Bourbon Street. For six days, I didn't know where my babies were! 

I barely kept a leash on my panic. I focused on my to-do list, on the tasks I had to accomplish. I called the post office, the hotel, the shipping department at the hotel, the coordinators for the convention. I pleaded, I demanded, I got downright pissy and hung up on several times! All to no avail. No one could confirm if my books had arrived or not. I packed my suitcase, I printed our boarding passes, and I ushered Kara through her first wonderful airport hopping experience. We arrived at the hotel, dropped our bags, and I went book hunting. 

Some of The Disenchantments! 
I got to the registration table twenty minutes after they closed. When the woman behind the table realized I was about ready to tear her face off or burst into tears, she very nicely, and with a heap of sympathy told me, "I know who we can call. Diane will know!" I prayed for a Hail Mary pass, only to be smacked in the face with a voice mail box. :-( We left a message, and Kara carted my sorry ass back to the room to get ready to go meet the Disenchantments - her wonderful group of author friends, who by the end of the week were like my family. They helped get my mind off my missing books, and we explored New Orleans for the night - Hello O'Briens and your amazing Piano Bar & Hurricanes! They helped assuage my fears and tamp down my panic. 

The next morning, when there was still no call on my books, I again went on a quest. I found Diane, who checked her magical list and confirmed that yes, one box for Rachell Nichole had in fact arrived, in tact, and full of books! My God, I could have kissed her! I gave her a fabulous hug, thanked her profusely, and could finally breathe again! 

I went about my business, joining everyone in the giant ballroom for crepes and an introduction to RT, then I went to lunch with the fabulous Jessica Freely to Antoine's - an amazing, up-scale Creole French restaurant which also doubles as a museum. The meal was incredible. The staff was impeccable, the tour was glorious. If you ever find yourself in New Orleans, I could not recommend this place enough! Our waiter was a third-generation employee who at one point had eleven relatives working in the restaurant with him. The history, the atmosphere, and the story of this place can be felt the minute you leave the front dining room and head into any of the other fourteen, yes fourteen dining rooms! The Japanese Room was by far my favorite (behind the wine cellar) and they even took us out on the balcony through these huge windows that slid upward and were the size of doors. We spent a good two and a half hours here and it was wonderful. The picture on the left is the Rex Dining Room, where all the Kings of Mardi Gras eat before the parade!

After that, I went back to the hotel and found my new favorite person, Diane, to check in my lovely books and take possession of them until the book signing. She was wonderful, and I felt so indebted to her for finding my books that I stayed for a bit to help out when the line behind me grew exponentially.

Here we are dressed as SINNERS :-) 
I didn't go to as many panels as I'd originally planned on attending, but I still had an incredible time. We partied at the Pub Crawl, at the Saints & Sinners party, at the Harlequin Dance Party, at the hotel bar, on Bourbon Street, and pretty much everywhere else. I met some wonderful new authors and friends. I got to see some of my wonderful Seton Hill people, and I got to meet with four agents and an editor to chat with them about my books, which was great. One of them was super excited about my paranormal series about Mayan Demigods and so now I'm working on getting them ready to send her way, which is awesome! 

I also got to meet some readers, which rocked my world. One woman, Deborah, and her good friend who's name I for some awful reason can't recall, were just the sweetest things. The three of us talked about books, and writing, and romance, and I kept running into them at the Convention, so that was really cool. I also had some people stop by my table at the book signing and ooh and ahh over my covers and say "Oh, yeah, I've read that." OH, MY GOD! That was an incredible, humbling feeling. :-) Made all the nonsense from the week totally worth it!

There were so many more little moments that were pure perfection, and others that were a complete mind fuck, but if I sat and wrote about them all, we'd be here all week. 

Overall, the convention was a success for me, but I don't know as if I'll do another one any time soon. The disorganization of many of the events and the craziness of a mismanaged convention of 2,000 people was a lot to handle, but I don't regret going in the least, if only for the amazing people I met and the great experiences I had. 

I think Kara will be sharing some of her RT Experiences with you all soon, so check back for that. 


Monday, May 26, 2014

Let's Welcome @KaraLeighMille1 to the Divas Blog!

Hello again, Bloggerverse! 

This is your resident Diva, Rachell Nichole. I'm writing to you today with some super exciting news! Nona, Danica, and I would like to extend our warmest welcomes to Kara Leigh Miller, our fellow erotic romance author, and a good friend to us all! Kara and I just spent a wonderful week together in New Orleans, and she and I will both be talking a bit more about that very soon. But for today, I've asked Kara to share with us a bit about herself, so I asked her 10 wonderfully probing questions. And here are her answers... 

  1. So, Kara, what do you write? I write a variety of things including romantic suspense, erotica, contemporaries,and new adult. I've even dabbled a bit in the young adult genre but found I didn't connect with it very well, so I'm sticking to the adult market. lol. Writing for adults gives me the freedom to turn up the heat and let things get sexy, which is always so much fun. 
  2. Why did you decide to join the Divas of Desire? I adore the Divas! Having the pleasure of knowing these ladies in real life, I think they're a great group, they have a lot of fun, and I'm a fan of all their works. Honestly, who wouldn't want to be a Diva?
  3. What do you like about erotic romance? The sex! Okay, so not the actual physical act, but the emotions behind it and the consequences. Sex always changes things, and I love seeing how characters evolve once they've done the deed. And I really like erotic romances when there's some humor before, during, and after the sex. 
  4. What are you working on now? Currently I'm working on a few projects. I have a new series of romantic suspense novels, and I'm busy writing book two while my agent sells book one. I've just begun a collaboration with an up and coming author to write a semi-erotic, new adult, dystopian thriller. 
  5. Tell us a bit more about you when you're not busy writing. It seems like I'm always busy writing. lol. But when I'm not, I'm spending time with my husband and kids. We can often be found at the park letting our kids play and our dogs run, at the movies (I'm a closet comic book nerd), or playing cards with friends.
  6. What will you be bringing to our blog? I'm sure there's lots to look forward to, but would you like to share a little taste of what you'll be blogging about? Right now, I'll be blogging "Man Up Monday" and "Throwback Thursday". Monday will be devoted to all things heroes, including some yummy and probably inappropriate pictures. On Thursdays, I'll be giving a throwback shout out to all the authors, tropes, and covers who've come before us and paved the way for what we do today.
  7. How do you write? I'm one of those writers who, when I get an idea, I sit in front of my laptop and just start writing. I rarely do any plotting, and if I get stuck, I'll dig out a notebook and a pen and write the old-fashioned way. 
  8. What's your favorite book/favorite author? Wow. Picking a favorite book / author is like picking which of my kids I like the best ;-) I'm not sure I have a favorite book, but my top three favorite authors are: Lora Leigh, Julie Ann Walker, and Ryan Winfield.
  9. Boxers or Briefs? Boxers! Preferably silk. 
  10. Where can our readers find you outside of the Diva's blog? I'm all over the place. Twitter: www.twitter.com/KaraLeighMille1 Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100003571898300 My website/blog: www.karaleighmiller.com 
Well there you have it, ladies and gents! Don't worry, I'm thoroughly in the process of turning Kara into a plotter, so there's no need to fret, everyone. Please join us in giving Kara a warm Divas welcome! She'll have some great (and inappropriate) things to share with us all! 

We'll be ramping up the blog in the coming months, so be sure to stick around and hold on to your hats as we share some "Not suitable for work" content, some behind the scenes looks at books, blogging, sex, and all things erotic romance! 

~ Rach

Friday, May 23, 2014

Read To Me Releases Next Friday! #erotic #romance

Happy Friday, friends! I'm really excited about my new novella, Read to Me. **Cue butterflies in my tummy**

The story release next Friday, May 30, from The Wild Rose Press. It's my first older woman/younger man erotic romance.

At the age of forty-four, Blaise Blankenship believes her own opportunity for romance has long since passed until she accidentally lands in the lap of a sexy stranger. She and the handsome Latino connect over an afternoon at a local bookstore, sharing their love of erotica. Blaise is swept away by an impetuous, hot, "no last names" night together. But the morning after reveals a truth she can't ignore—or avoid.

Please join me next Friday for the Release Day Blitz! In celebration, I'll be sponsoring a giveaway of a $25 GC to Amazon or Barnes & Noble (winner's choice). In the meantime, here's a tiny snippet to wet your whistle:

Blaise shifted in the darkness, gradually becoming aware of the heavy bedclothes and the warm solid body beside her. For a moment, she froze in panic. This wasn’t her room, her bed. A blink later, she remembered where she was and who shared the bed with her.

Thanks to Cupid’s Delight the evening had been most memorable. Twice she and Guy had set the book aside to re-enact an episode from the hero’s delightfully naughty adventures.

Smiling in satisfaction, she rolled his way. It felt so luxurious and decadent to press her naked breasts against his back, nuzzle his neck. His scent mingled with the aroma of sex saturating the room.

Well, that's enough for now! Aww...did I leave you hanging? Goodie! You'll just have to check back with me next week, won't you? :-)

Have a wonderful weekend, all!

Nona Raines

Hot Contemporary Romance
Edgy ~ Emotional ~ Erotic

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

The Meatball Mistress by Tiffany N. York #Review #giveaway #GoddessFish

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The Meatball Mistress
by Tiffany N. York



Cara Manzoni flees Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, to the Jersey Shore after catching her fiancé cheating with her hairdresser. Problem is she has no clothes, no money, and no place to go. This is not where she thought she’d be at almost thirty years old.

Ryan Garridy is a diehard commitment-phobe, struggling to keep his Italian restaurant afloat. The last thing he wants is a high-maintenance woman in his life. So when Cara runs out on her check and then faints at his feet the next day, he knows she’s trouble with a capital T. It still doesn’t stop him from offering her a job and a place to stay. There’s something feisty and compelling about this woman, and no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t seem to say no to her. Or her Sicilian meatballs.

Since Cara has sworn off men, it’s no big deal that Ryan is sexy and charming—until she decides the only way to stop obsessing over her ex is to obsess over someone new. Ryan makes her forget about her ex a little too well, but falling for him could set her up for a whole new world of hurt.

One man, one woman, both wounded by love. Will they be able to overcome their demons and learn to trust again? If the undeniable passion between these two doesn’t keep them together, the mouth-watering food will.


“I’m a fabulous cocktail waitress,” she bragged. “You won’t be sorry. I know every drink in existence. Honestly, it’s like I have a photographic memory when it comes to ingredients.”
Ryan didn’t answer her. He sat there shell-shocked.
“Say something.”
“I can’t. I’ve lost all power of speech.”
“You’re not regretting your decision to let me stay, are you?”
“It’s just … ” His voice trailed off. He leaned his head back and stared up at the ceiling. “I’m trying to remember whether I’ve ever helped out a woman I wasn’t sleeping with.”
“If you think I’m going to sleep with you … ”
“No! Jesus, that’d be a disaster waiting to happen.”
“Are you saying sleeping with me would be a disaster?”
“Absolutely!” He caught the deadly look she shot him and quickly said, “I mean, absolutely not!”
Cara shrugged. “It doesn’t matter either way, because I’ve sworn off all men. As far as I’m concerned, they’re all mangy dogs. Except you, of course,” she amended.
Ryan stood up and headed for the door. “No, I’m one, as well. If I weren’t, I would have told you five minutes ago your robe was open,” he tossed back.

**Nona’s Review of The Meatball Mistress**

This romance had me chuckling from the first page. When Cara Manzoni discovers her fiancé shtupping her hair-dresser, she’s almost as outraged at having to find a new stylist as having to dump her boyfriend.

Cara impulsively takes off to the Jersey Shore, but when her ex cancels their joint credit card, she’s without funds. In desperation, she orders a big meal at an Italian restaurant and stiffs them on the bill. Ryan, the restaurateur who owns Bella Vita, later finds her in a bad way and lets her move into an empty apartment above the restaurant.

The attraction between the two is instantaneous, but Cara is on the rebound while Ryan is a player, though he’s honest with his partners about sex being strictly fun and games. “Fun and games” come back to bite him in the culo when Cara decides she wants to get over her ex by getting under Ryan. She’s determined to seduce him with the help of some exploding lingerie and delicious meatballs.

It’s not all fun, though, as Ryan has some serious battles on his hands—problems with his family’s disapproval of his life’s choices and the fact that his restaurant is failing. But could Cara, the Meatball Mistress, actually be the answer to his prayers?

The Meatball Mistress was a fun and sexy read! Cara is a heroine with a strong will, a smart mouth and a hearty appetite for Italian food and hot sex with the right man. In spite of his “love ‘em and leave ‘em” ways, Ryan is a good guy whose decency rises to the occasion when assisting Cara. We also learn why he’s protecting his heart by keeping his affairs casual, until Cara pierces his armor.

This story is chock full of humor, sass, romance, plus a little heartbreak and delicious descriptions of food. If you enjoy those things, you’ll enjoy The Meatball Mistress. But be warned: you’ll probably crave a meatball hoagie when you’re finished.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Tiffany N. York lives in Southern CA with her spirited son, diva Chihuahua, three to five cats, and two tone-deaf parakeets. She writes romance to escape reality. You can visit her at http://tiffanynyorkauthor.com




Friday, May 16, 2014

The Wilde One by Savannah Young #romance #review

THE WILDE ONE is the second novel in the spicy contemporary romance series about four sexy brothers, their small-town bar and their local country band. Each novel in the OLD TOWN COUNTRY ROMANCE series can be read as a STAND ALONE NOVEL or as part of the SERIES.


Tucker Wilde joined the United States Army right out of high school and was injured in Iraq. But more than just his leg was shattered in the Middle East. The war also crushed his spirit and damaged his soul. When a strange couple arrives at his family’s bar, Haymakers, Tucker can see signs of mental and emotional abuse and is immediately drawn to the lovely but fragile girl seated at his bar.

Gracie Parker has been a victim of abuse her entire life. When her boyfriend, Dex, beats her in the parking lot of Haymakers and abandons her, it’s almost too much for the nineteen-year-old to bear. That is until Tucker appears like a warrior knight from the darkness to save her.

Tucker and Gracie are two broken people who are immediately drawn together. But their relationship and even their very lives are threatened by Dex who will stop at nothing to get Gracie back.

If you like your trucks loud, your beer cold and your men hot...you'll love THE WILDE ONE. 


    “You look different,” Savage says, then downs the last of his pint of ale.
    “Different how?” I prod even though I have an idea what he’s going to say. I look more normal. Like I fit into society rather than looking like an outcast.
    Savage shrugs. He’s never been a person of many words. We’re like two peas in a pod that way. Even though he rarely says very much, with just one sideways glance Savage can have the biggest and meanest guys on the planet shaking in their cowboy boots.
    People say that about me too.
    “Do you want another?” I ask, even though I can guess his response. Savage always orders two pints and drinks them at the far corner of the bar. There are worse ways of coping with the past than drinking a few beers every night before he goes home to an empty apartment. I should know. I’m a master of poor coping skills.
    “Hit me,” Savage says.
    I pour him another pint and take away the empty.
    “You look good.”
    I’m surprised by the compliment. I’d never use the word good to describe anything about me. But I do look better than I have since I got back from Iraq.
    “Drink your beer,” I tell him because I’m not in the mood to explain what’s been going on in my life.
    Savage was in Iraq about the same time I was and he’s the closest thing I’ve got to a friend. I’m not one for relationships. Life is too short and relationships are too painful. When you get close to someone, you usually just end up getting hurt.
    But like me, Savage isn’t the type of guy who gets too close to people. The most obvious reason is the way he looks: he’s big and scary. Also just like me.
    Savage and I lift weights together, and in a fight it would be a close match. Not that either of us would ever start a fight but we would definitely end one if we had to.
    It’s a weeknight and the bar is almost deserted except for a few of the regulars. That’s why I’m surprised when I see a couple I don’t recognize walk in and look around. The guy’s wearing all leather and carrying two helmets, so he’s obviously a biker. He looks about my height, six feet two inches and he’s big. The girl looks tiny standing next to him. She’s the definition of the word waif. She looks like a strong wind could pick her up and blow her away. Not a good thing in Old Town where it’s windy most of the time.
    The most interesting thing about her, though, is her coloring. I’ve never seen someone so fair in my life. I’m the only blond in my family but I’m not even close to this girl. Her long hair is so light it’s practically white. And her skin is the color of milk. She looks like a princess who just stepped out of a fairytale, as corny as that sounds.
    I can’t help but notice that she doesn’t look like she wants to be here. Or maybe she doesn’t want to be with the guy. It’s hard to tell. But she doesn’t look happy. If anything, she looks scared. 
    As the couple steps closer to the bar, I can see the girl is shaking. I’m not sure whether she’s shaking because she’s scared, or because it’s January and it’s freezing outside and she’s wearing a tiny spring jacket that barely fits. It almost looks like a jacket for a kid it’s so small on her. Not that she’s much bigger than a kid herself.
    What kind of an asshole wears a thick leather jacket while he lets his girl freeze? I’m really not liking this guy at all. And when I see him grab her by the elbow, so roughly she almost comes off the floor, I can feel every hair on my body stand at attention.
    Is it possible to hate a guy I don’t even know? 

Buy link: http://www.amazon.com/Wilde-One-Town-Country-Romance-ebook/dp/B00JKTX9ZA/
Blog: http://oldtowncountryromance.tumblr.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/SavannahYoungAuthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/karenmbryson
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7814077.Savannah_Young

**Nona’s Review of The Wilde One by Savannah Young**

This is a love story about two broken people. Tucker survived a horrible bombing while serving in Iraq—many of his friends were killed while he came home with a badly mangled leg. Gracie grew up with an addict mother who traded her to a biker in exchange for drugs.

But when Gracie enters the bar owned by Tucker and his brothers, he’s immediately drawn to her. He rescues her from the mean biker dude and invites her to his home, so he can watch out for her. She agrees, as she has no one else to turn to. But what begins as necessity soon turns to love.

The story is told in first person, Tucker’s point of view alternating with Gracie’s. The only problem with this was I felt that Tucker, a former soldier who’s been though a lot, would have a “rougher” sounding voice.

Besides their traumatic pasts, Tucker and Gracie have something else in common: they both see themselves as damaged and believe no one could love them. The thing is, in Tucker’s eyes, Gracie is perfect. And she feels exactly the same way about him.

I really enjoyed this story. Both characters have been terribly hurt, but they are brave and loving. Tucker’s tough exterior hides a gentle heart. Gracie’s shy self-consciousness doesn’t take away from her determination to put Tucker first. Their lovemaking is touching. It’s much more than just sex for them.

Everything not perfect with Tucker and Gracie. Tucker’s overprotective brothers mistrust her. The couple is also threatened by the biker’s insistence that Gracie belongs to him. Tucker makes an amazing sacrifice that I didn’t see coming, but made him all the more lovable.

This book is second in a series about the four brothers, and I’m looking forward to reading more about them. I highly recommend The Wilde One  for anyone looking for a story that’s both sexy and heartwarming.  

Have a wonderful weekend, all!

Nona Raines

Hot Contemporary Romance
Edgy ~ Emotional ~ Erotic

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Betrayed Vows by @KyAnnWaters #romance #giveaway #newrelease

Good morning, everyone. I have a special treat today. My buddy KyAnn Waters is new with her brand new release, Betrayed Vows! She's also offering some cool prizes, including a Kindle, so make sure to enter using the Rafflecopter below.

Welcome, KyAnn!

Hi Nona. I brought tea and scones for us to share today.

Yummy! Thank you. I'll take one of these cranberry-orange ones, their my favorite. 

So, KyAnn, did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

I think I learned to trust myself as a writer. I know the roles in this story aren’t typical for a hero, heroine or antagonist. Landon is a felon, convicted of crimes that in real life, I think I would judge his character more harshly than he deserved. He’s a great hero and in writing the story, I fell in love with him, too. At times I felt sorry for Gretchen but she does things, knowing she’s harming someone she’s supposed to care about. She’s a great antagonist but I did have sympathy for her. And Crystal is a great girl that has made bad relationship choices in the past. Is Landon going to be another one?

Can you share a favorite passage from the book?

    “What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing…everything. You, me, and what I’ve never wanted and now what I might never have. Nothing makes sense in my head, but what I feel inside my heart does.” Still snuggled on the couch, she rolled onto her stomach, and placed her palms one over the other on top of his chest. “Let’s go to bed.”
    Landon’s heart stopped beating. At least it felt like everything inside him ceased for a moment as her words lingered in the silence between them.
    He gently framed her face with his hands and brought her lips to his. Maybe he was a bastard. He took everything she offered.

Would you like to be friends with the main character?

It’s strange, and I think you can agree, I think most writers would agree, we are friends with our characters. We spend so much time with them while writing, listening to their thoughts in our heads, feeling what they feel, that for the time we are writing their story, they could be real. I think that’s why it’s hard for authors to end stories, say goodbye to characters, and meet new friends in the next story. Writers spend a lot of time alone, but for most of us, I don’t think we ever feel lonely. There is always a character to spend time with.

If you were a tool, what would people use you for?

I’m a widget. I’ve told my husband that before. A Widget is an unnamed thing - a little device or mechanism, especially one whose name is unknown or forgotten. So either I’m a useless tool, or as I like to think, I just haven’t figured out my purpose.

Thank you so much for having me today.

Thanks for being here, KyAnn. It's been great!

Betrayed Vows:

Life on the outside is not as Landon Booker expected. But how can he make a future for himself beyond prison walls when the woman who is supposed to love him wants to see him sent back to the penitentiary.

Crystal Evans isn’t a home wrecker. Landon needs a friend…someone who can help protect him from his conspiring wife. Falling in love wasn’t part of the plan.
Yet vows betrayed leave all three with something to lose—Crystal her heart, Landon his freedom, and Gretchen the life she had before.

To Purchase


    “Are you fucking crazy?”
    She put her hand over her heart to stop the rapid beating. “Are you going to get the steaks on the grill because everyone is here?”
    “The steaks can wait. Who is this guy? What in the hell are you doing? I thought you had better sense. Use your head, Crystal. That’s why God gave it to you.”
    She spun away. “I’m following my heart. Stay out of it, Ross.”
    “I can’t.” He caught her by the arm before she could walk away.
    “Trust me. If he was in a real marriage, I’d back way up.”
     Ross eased the pressure on her arm. “You know where this will lead. I might’ve been young, but I remember how much Glen hurt you.”
    “I was eighteen and naïve. Glen was thirty-five with three kids. Big difference. See for yourself. Get to know Lanny, and watch the way he is with his wife. Better yet, watch the way she is with him. They aren’t even sleeping together. They never have.”
    Ross’s snort sounded an awful lot like bullshit.
    She followed him toward the kitchen. “Promise you won’t say anything.”
    “I’ll reserve my decision until the end of the night.”
    “I’m not stupid. I’m in love.”
    “I heard everything. And I wasn’t pouting.” He rubbed his hand over her head messing up her hair.           “You aren’t the only one looking for a love life. I’ve got a lady friend. Nothing serious. And,” he said, a smile curling his lips. “My constitution isn’t the only thing I keep stiff.”
    “I’m your sister. You shouldn’t talk to me about sex.” She walked ahead of him down the hall. “Put the steaks on the grill or I’ll take over.”
    “Stay away from my meat!”

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Friday, May 9, 2014

Shift Happens by J.C. McKenzie #PNR #99cents #giveaway

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Andrea McNeilly's job as a government agent is not asking questions, but then a routine assignment turns into a botched assassination of a Master Vampire's human servant. Answers become a priority. Her search to discover the truth is riddled with obstacles, the largest being an oversized Werewolf who resembles a Norse god. Andy can't afford the distraction he offers, because if she fails, she faces eternal enslavement. 

Wick's job is to monitor Andy, but he prefers more intimate activities, none of them G-Rated. His choices, however, are often not his own. His ability to help Andy is limited by his bond to the Master Vampire. 

Facing many trials and challenges along her path to redemption, Andy learns the value of her freedom might be set too high.

A large black wolf trotted into the clearing to confront me. He had a white-tipped snout, white boots and mitts and would have looked cute had he not been the most intimidating Werewolf I’d ever seen. Standing tall and solid, power rolled off of his body. His eyes bore into mine. I sniffed the air. The strong Werewolf scent of rosemary swirled around me, strong and seductive, laced with sugar. A weird fuzzy sensation spread out from my chest. Whoa.
My other form growled low, demanding release, straining against my skin. The energy of the wolves built—layers upon layers of excitement and impatience. The air pulsated with anticipation. They could sense the imminent kill.
Let me out! My other form repeated, throwing her power against my built up walls, howling in defiance.
When the energy of the Werewolves surged, I finally released her. My wolf form flowed out fast, wiping out the feline in little more than a heartbeat. Smaller, weaker and the size of a natural wolf, a Shifter in this form was no match for a Werewolf, especially a dominant one. I had time to meet the eyes of the Alpha for only an instant before the pack leapt forward. My limbs shook. It went against every instinct ingrained within me, but I rolled onto my back—submissive.

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Born and raised on the Haida Gwaii, off the West Coast of Canada, J.C. McKenzie grew up in a pristine wilderness that inspired her to dream. She writes Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance.

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