Archive | December 2012

And the Winner is…

Thank you to all the new followers to my blog and Facebook. It’s marvelous to have you and I hope I keep you entertained. Thank you to all the wonderful comments and those who dropped by. The winner of the necklace and chocolate is…Belinda Green.

 

 

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Evernight’s Christmas Blog Hop

BlogHop1SWelcome to the Evernight Holiday Blog Hop!

We love the holidays, we love making our readers happy and we love giving away swag. What better way to do that than to hold a blog hop?

Here’s how it works… the more blogs you hop to (shown below) the more chance you have of winning prizes. Each site on the hop is offering a prize and Evernight is offering an iPad 2 as the grand prize! To be in with a chance of winning the site prize simply follow the blog you’re visiting and leave a comment which includes your email address. Each entry on each blog is then counted towards the grand prize draw. The more entries you have, the better your chance of winning that iPad 2! You also get extra points for liking the Evernight Facebook page http://www.facebook.com/#!/evernightpublishing. Just make sure you let us know in the comments that you’ve done so.

Happy hopping!

The holidays can be murder. Someone is out to kill Michaela Winters, but she has more important things to worry Winters-Thaw1Sabout, arguing with her husband and when to tell him he’s going to be a father come to mind.

Brockridge Logan realizes the mistake he’s made and he’s willing to make amends. His solution is to whisk her away to their cabin up north where he can seduce and keep her safe.

When an ice storm closes the roads and traps them in the middle of nowhere for the duration of the holidays. A marriage will be mended, but will it be too late with a killer on the loose.

Wind whipped through the icy gloom, threatening to rip away her husband’s dangling form from Michaela’s desperate grip. Beneath her, the aging balcony she lay on shuddered and groaned. Bitter cold from the steel floor seeped into her clothes as if she wore nothing at all. It tilted forward, and a shriek escaped. Frigid cold metal bit into her skin as she was wedged against the railing. Arctic air blowing off the frozen lake, slapped at her face and stung her eyes. She tightened her hold on his jacket. Her back and shoulders burned, straining with effort.

The supports gave another ominous creak and the balcony bounced lower. She clutched handfuls of his clothing, uncaring that her fingers were raw and numb with cold. All that mattered was dragging her husband the few scant millimeters until he could grasp one of the iron spindles.

“Let go.” Quiet command filled his shouted words.

She stared into honey-brown eyes, read acceptance and love. He’d do anything to protect her. Well screw that, she wasn’t letting him go just so she could spend the rest of her life a widow. “Shut up.”

Despite the situation, he chuckled. He reached for the metal bar, his fingertips just grazing the rod. Hope surged. Just a little farther and he could pull up the rest of the way. She renewed her efforts, grunting as she inched backward with her toes. Her arms and shoulders quivered with the effort of holding him, but she held on. Giving up was not an option.

Footsteps pounded in the concrete tunnel behind her. Michaela stiffened and turned her head.  Oh god. She glanced at her husband, then to the gun she’d abandoned earlier. It lay on the ground lodged against cement lip joining the bars to the balcony base just out of reach.

“What?”

“Someone’s coming.”

“Get out of here.”

“Not without you, Logan.”

The structure lurched forward. Her weapon scraped closer.

The only way to protect them both would be to let him go, at least with one hand. She twisted his clothes tighter in one and reached for her gun with the other.

A shadow fell across the wall. Michaela stretched. Her little finger just touched the butt of her weapon. The clothing went slack in her grip. Heart pounding, she glanced at Logan. He had one hand curled around the metal bar, but he wasn’t out of danger yet.

Black boots appeared in the doorway. She grasped the gun with two fingers then dragged it until the weight rested in her palm, aimed at the newcomer and squeezed the trigger.

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I’m giving away a pretty necklace and chocolate. All you have to do is leave comment. Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic.

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Where’s My Winter Wonderland

One of the best things about living in Michigan is that it experiences all four seasons. At least it used to…I don’t know what Mother Nature has been thinking, but around my neck of the woods, we’ve had Spring, Summer, Fall and Mud. Normally there’s snow on the ground by now, but with recent rains, we’ve been left with mud.

I know I shouldn’t complain, but when there’s no snow, you can’t build forts or make snow angels or even have a snowball fight. And while mud is good for the skin, I’d rather not indulge in the stuff in my driveway…doesn’t look very sanitary to me. So I guess it’s be thankful for no snow, but it would be nice to have a White Christmas.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic

This entry was posted on December 7, 2012. 6 Comments

And the Winner is…

Let’s see, a bit of housekeeping is in order. I need to pick a winner from the Hot Winter’s Night blog hop. I hope you enjoyed hopping. I know certainly enjoyed your comments about how you snuggle. 🙂 Congratulations Ronda Tutt, you’re my winner. You should have an email from me…

In the mean time my lovelies, there are a few more chances to win. Join in the Still Moments hop, going on now.Tomorrow will be my day and I know I’m giving something away. 🙂 Also tomorrow I’ll be at Luscious Literaries, chatting about my newest release Winters’ Thaw and will be offering a giveaway there. Then, Saturday I’m at Read 2 Review blog offering a chance to win a lollipop candy arrangement.

I’ve got a few more prizes so. stop in, check back and make sure you follow. 🙂

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic

Cakes, Sinister Santas, and Love

Let me start by saying I love my hometown, it’s steeped in history and local flair that’s unmatched anywhere else. I love the red bricks of the downtown streets, the lights and if I didn’t have to leave the confines of that area I’d never know how bad Flint really is.

My story, Stealing Christmas, is set in my hometown. Although you may never visit I based the bakery off one I worked in and one I used to frequent as a child. I was a cake decorator and every now and then can be bribed to make a special cake or two for a loved one.

I have a friend, Joe Dennis, who’s a fantastic photographer and asked him if he had any photos of downtown Flint in the Winter. He did not disappoint. Front Row Seats Click the link to see one view of what Sara and Jake would see on the walk. Here’s the blurb and an excerpt.

Blurb:

Secrets abound in Benson’s Bakery. A crazed Santa wants something valuable hidden inside the building, and only two things stand in his way…Jake and Sara.

When Sara Henderson receives threatening letters just days before Christmas, she asks sexy bread baker Jake Benson for help. Jake is more than happy to provide the muscle to keep the beautiful cake decorator from harm, but he has an ulterior motive–to steal a kiss under the mistletoe. Sara wants that kiss as much as he does, but first they have a mystery to solve.

Will they find out who is stalking Sara, or will Santa succeed in stealing Christmas?

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Excerpt:

Sara loved the ease of being with Jake. She held his arm, strolling down the snow-covered sidewalks after dinner. A few flakes fluttered to the ground and the crisp wind danced them across the slippery maroon bricks in the street. Dense green garlands wound around black wrought iron lamp posts. Bright emerald wreaths with big red velvet bows hung on buildings or in windows. Blinking multi-colored lights vied with streetlights and traffic. The city was dressed for Christmas.

When Sara sighed, Jake glanced at her. “You okay?”

“When is the last time you walked downtown Flint without being afraid?”

“Good question. Downtown Development Authority has increased its patrols.”

“They have. Downtown is probably the only place in the city that’s safe.”

He chuckled. “Right, right.”

Sara stumbled, instinctively reaching for Jake. He caught her arm and dragged her against his strong lean frame. She peered into his eyes, their faces inches apart. Her heart hammered at his nearness. “You have this incredible knack for coming to my rescue.”

“I never could resist a damsel in distress.”

“My hero.”

“You can’t look at me that way when you say things like that.”

She moved her hands to the front of his coat. “Why not?”

He brought his lips to hers, giving her the only answer she needed.

Buy Links:

Wild Rose Press

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All Romance 

The hop is still going on, so leave a comment on this post or the one below.

Hot Winter Nights Blog Hop

Hot Winter Blog HopHot Winter Nights. I’ll keep things easy breezy. Leave a comment answering this question. What’s your favorite thing to do on a cold winter’s night?

I’ve got a bevy of holiday books this year and will share an excerpt from Mistletoe Mambo. I think Maddie and Max know how to spend their  cold winter’s night.

She was aware of the crowd parting to accommodate their slow foxtrot, but she kept her focus on Max. Her knees wobbled so badly, if she ignored the intensity of his gaze she might stumble. He held her closer than necessary. Each glide of his hips brought his erection against her thigh. Surprised, she held her breath. Was it possible the attraction wasn’t one-sided, after all?

As if sensing her thoughts, he winged a brow. When his hand drifted lower on her hip, her heart thudded harder. Maybe he was flirting with her and merely used their dance as an excuse to hold her. Or perhaps this was wishful thinking on her part. Dancing wasn’t unusual at the Christmas party, but somehow dancing with him, knowing how she felt made the experience more exhilarating. Each brush of his pelvis sent an answering tremor through her body. She wanted more than three or four minutes in his arms. For a brief second, she rested her head on his shoulder. He tapped her right arm and she rotated into a spin. She completed two turns before he clasped her hand and drew her against the heat of his body once again.

She became lost in the depths of his eyes, glimpsing a longing she never noticed before as they circled the dance floor. Mistletoe Mambo FinalThe strength of his arm clasped her waist. The sure grip of his hand tightened on hers and the smooth texture of his trousers met her skin when he dipped her over his leg. Every nerve ending crackled at the sensual slide of his hard, powerful thigh beneath her bare back. He pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat and she forgot to breathe.

He stood her upright and glided them around the well-worn linoleum. Amazement must have shown on her face because he smirked. She followed his lead, too unsettled to do anything else. Did his little kiss mean he was interested, or was that just part of the dance? One more twirl around the floor, and then his steps slowed. Swaying in time to the music, he held her in his arms.

All too soon the song ended and they were forced to bow when thunderous applause cascaded through the room. Madeline pressed her hands to her cheeks while she struggled to catch her breath. She cast a sidelong glance at Max, his hand resting in the small of her back.

“I love dancing with you,” he whispered, leading her to the edge of the dance floor. “The scent of your perfume, the slide of your skin against mine, and when I lift you in my arms all I can think about is the way you would taste.” He squeezed her bottom.

Buy Links:

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I’m giving away a little basket of prizes. All you have to do is leave a comment. What’s your favorite thing to do on a cold winter’s night?

Be sure to check out the rest of the hoppers and click the image to the left for a chance to win the prize package below.

This entry was posted on December 1, 2012. 47 Comments