Top Ten Tuesday: Lunch Visitors!


Special thanks to our reviewer, Foxglove, for her input today.  You can see a sampling of her reviews, here.

It’s Back to School time, and I’m thinking about just who I’d like to share my lunch table with. You know, those ten intriguing and attractive people everyone wants to be around. My favorite genre for reading is paranormal romance, so my ten folks may be a bit…off the norm, shall we say. But just imagine the conversations to be overheard there. I will list in no particular order, as each person brings something unique to my table.

1. From Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark Hunters – Acheron Parthenopaeus…an eleven thousand year old Atlantean god, Ash has seen and done more than almost anyone else at the table, and the stories he can tell are fascinating.

2. From Jeanienne Frost’s Night Huntress – Mencheres, an ancient Egyptian vampire of unimaginable power, he could regale with tales of the golden days of Egypt and the Pharaohs.

3. From Sierra Dean’s Secret McQueen series – Secret McQueen, half-vampire, half werewolf, I’d love to get her perspective of life from both sides of her heritage, and how she stays strong when things are going crazy around her.

4. From J. Morgan’s Southern Werewolf Chronicles – Madison Lee, a Southern Deb who learned the hard way that what happens in Europe doesn’t always stay hidden or secret, and one night stands can have serious repercussions when your one night stand is with a sexy werewolf.

5. From J.D. Robb’s In Death series – Eve Dallas, the consummate cop of the future, determined to right the wrongs committed on her turf, and being strong enough to know when to be soft (with luck, her sexy Irish husband may stop by occasionally, and that would a big bonus)

6. From Dana Marie Bell’s Heart’s Desire series – Zachary Beckett, thought to be the weakest wizard in the cursed Beckett family, it would be hilarious to listen to him tell about his misadventures in magick, till he discovers his true heritage as one of Hecate’s Own, one of the most powerful of the generation.

7. From Darynda Jones’ Charley Davidson series – Charley Davidson, grim reaper and all around kick butt heroine, currently engaged to the son of Satan.

8. From Dana Marie Bell’s True Destiny series – Jordan Tate-Saeter, former human PI, now the more than human mate to two Norse gods, Loki and Baldur, and one of the sassiest females I’ve read so far.

9. From Dana Marie Bell’s Halle Puma series – Belinda ‘Belle’ Campbell, mate of Rick Lowell, alpha of the Poconos pack, and luna of the pack, the only puma to ever be in a position of power in a pack of wolves. I just know Belle would be the ‘class clown/joker of the group. Just watch out for the air horn, she’s deadly with it.

10. Again, from Dana Marie Bell (sensing a trend here?) from her Gray Court series – Robin Goodfellow, that tricky, sexy and very cunning head of Oberon’s Blades, leader of the high kings assassins and enforcers. Robin is a master at never being predictable.

I can guarantee that with this group, lunch time would never be boring.

Evernight by Kristen Callihan – Guest Blog

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Welcome to Kristen Callihan, author of EVERNIGHT, as part of her virtual book tour organized by the publisher.


5 things on your bucket list

Right now, my bucket list revolves around travel. I’m desperate for it.

1.         Go back to Italy, maybe visit the lake region and Tuscany

2.         Go back to London (for research, Mr. Taxman, I swears!)

3.         Finally go to Hawaii –why this hasn’t happened yet, I don’t know! *grumbles*

4.         Visit Japan. My daughter is BUGGING about this. She has a mad love for Pokemon and all things anime

5.         Visit Australia and New Zealand. I have friends in Australia that I’d love to finally meet. After watching LOTR, I NEED to see NZ!


8_26 image001Once the night comes . . .

Will Thorne is living a nightmare, his sanity slowly being drained away by a force he can’t control. His talents have made him the perfect assassin for hire. But as he loses his grip on reality, there is no calming him-until he finds his next target: the mysterious Holly Evernight.

Love must cast aside the shadows

Holly cannot fathom who would put a contract on her life, yet the moment she touches Will, the connection between them is elemental, undeniable-and she’s the only one who can tame his bouts of madness. But other assassins are coming for Holly. Will must transform from killer to protector and find the man who wants Holly dead . . . or his only chance for redemption will be lost.



Enjoy an excerpt:

Cool, hard, smooth, hot. The texture of his skin was unlike anything she’d ever felt. The metal made it smooth and cool and hard. Where not altered by metal, his skin was like hot satin, only silkier and tight with strength.

His flesh twitched beneath her palms as she mapped his chest. Every breath he took sounded loud and clear in her ears. And all the while, he watched her.

A quiver rippled along the backs of her thighs, up over her bottom, and crawled along her spine. Damn it, she was better than this. She was not a creature of base desires, but of logic and restraint. Her breath moved in and out, a slow, steady rhythm as she stroked him.

Neither of them spoke. The crackle of the fire in the grate, along with the occasional creak of the house settling, surrounded them. Beneath heavy lids, Thorne tracked her every move. And her touch grew unsteady. A momentary weakness he jumped upon.

“Does it feel good to you?” he drawled, low and easy. “Touching me?”

Instantly, the space between her legs clenched tight. Holly kept her touch impersonal. She could not live with the ignominy of revealing her wants to Thorne, who would treat her weakness as a bloody good joke. “It is a task. Just like any other.” A bald-faced lie if ever she told one.

His nostrils flared, the platinum in his eyes shining bright. “Then why do I smell your cunny growing wet with need?”

Holly stopped, her palm flat against his pectoral muscle, as more slick heat flooded her sex. Oh, this was beyond the pale. What on earth had gotten into the blasted demon? “Being crude is not going to get a rise out of me, Mr. Thorne.”

A small, cruel smile curled his lips. “Not going to deny it, are you, Miss Evernight?”

“Blather.” She took up stroking an area tangled with platinum webbing with more force than necessary. “That is all you’re about. Ridiculous blather. And I will not engage in such nonsense.”
Holly concentrated on pulling the metal from him. Not on his scent, clean and pleasing in the space between them. Or the way his skin grew increasingly warmer.

When he spoke again, it was soft, teasing. “Do you know that when I said “cunny” your sweet scent grew stronger?”

Again she stopped. His dense muscles tightened beneath her nails. “Mr. Thorne—”

“Do you wonder,” he whispered, holding her gaze with his, “if my cock is affected?” A dark brow lifted, his fangs glinting. “If it is more metal than flesh? Hard for you?”

She would not look down at the appendage in question. It was difficult enough to pretend each time that she wasn’t aware of that part of him, or that she hadn’t seen it grow and lengthen beneath the covers. Oh, she knew precisely how long and thick he was, and precisely how aroused. Each and every time.

His gaze upon her burned. “Do you want to see my cock, Miss Evernight? Feel it move inside of you?”

Gods, he made her feel empty, made her want to be filled up. Her hands turned to fists. “Stop it. Now, Mr. Thorne.”

He rose up on his elbows, his white hair sliding over his broad and dusky shoulders, his defined abdomen tightening. “Or. What?”

Holly sat back on the stool by the table, placing her hands upon her lap so that he wouldn’t see them trembling. “Why are you doing this?”

“Why not?”

She could not look away from the black and platinum starburst of his gaze, so very brilliant. So very angry and taunting. Her nails dug into her palms. “Find your amusement elsewhere.”

His lean hips canted just a bit, an utterly crude gesture that held her in thrall. “I’d rather find it with you.”

“I’m helping you, aren’t I?” She hated how the words came out in a near-desperate pitch. But he had to stop. Agitation had her breath coming on hard and fast, pressing her now-heavy breasts against her too-tight bodice.

“Helping me,” he scoffed. “Do not skew this into some act of kindness. You do so that I won’t kill you.”

“Is it kindness that you want?” She laughed without humor. “A funny way you go about getting it.” She leaned forward in her anger. “Why are you saying these things? Truly? Why are you acting like such a… disgusting arse?”

He shot upright, his chest bumping into hers before she backed away a pace as if seared. “Because you never react during these torture sessions,” he ground out. “Because I want that rise out of you. I want you to…” He bared his teeth, those evil-looking fangs growing longer. “I want to know if you feel—”

His teeth ground together, his eyes wild and silver-black.

“Feel?” she prompted as if her heart wasn’t beating madly.

“Anything!” he roared. “Jesus.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You touch me every day. You rub your hands all over me. And nothing! Not a flicker of emotion. As if I didn’t exist.” The expanse of his chest heaved with exertion, the sinewy muscles along his abdomen clenching. “And all the while I’m lying here aching, fucking dying to… You’re driving me to insanity,” he finished with a wild shout. “And it means exactly nothing to you—”

She grabbed hold of the back of his neck and kissed him. Just as she’d wanted to, her lips claiming his parted ones, shutting off the stream of words that flowed from him. His lips were soft and warm, and touching them set off a rush of lust that coursed along her limbs. He froze, going so tense that his neck felt like ice. For all of one second. And then he attacked. His hands plunged into her hair and gripped the sides of her head as he fell back, hauling her with him, devouring her with quick, biting kisses, punctuated by helpless groans.

Breathless and dizzy, she answered every kiss, opening her mouth when his mouth demanded it. They both shivered when their tongues slid together.

“Hell,” he moaned, licking along her bottom lip. “Hell, I knew you’d taste so bloody good.” He angled his head, plunging his tongue in deep as his hands held her captive. The gesture wicked and decadent. Grunting, he spun them, pressing her into the table with the strength of his body. His thigh nudged between hers, and her skirts slid up. Instantly, his hand was there, long fingers trailing along her skin. “I’m not stopping,” he growled into her mouth. “So don’t ask me to.”

Holly tore her lips from his and grabbed a handful of silken hair. She held him fast and hard. “You’ll stop if I say so.”

Thorne paused, his lips brushing hers as he breathed heavily through his mouth. Hot, black eyes bore into her. “Are you asking me to stop?” He was so still and careful that she knew he would, despite his claim.

A fire raged through her veins. And the need to suckle his curved lower lip had her voice turning rough. “No.”

About the Author: 8_26 Kristen Callihan Kristen Callihan is a child of the eighties, which means she’s worn neon skirts, black lace gloves, and combat boots (although never all at once) and can quote John Hughes movies with the best of them. A lifelong daydreamer, she finally realized that the characters in her head needed a proper home and thus hit the keyboard. She believes that falling in love is one of the headiest experiences a person can have, so naturally she writes romance. Her love of superheroes, action movies, and history led her to write historical paranormals. She lives in the Washington, D.C., area and, when not writing, looks after two children, one husband, and a dog-the fish can fend for themselves.

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Ten Fun Facts about Rose Shababy – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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Ten Fun Facts about Rose Shababy

1) Shababy is Lebanese, although the family name was changed up a bit when my ancestors came through Ellis Island. Originally, they didn’t have surnames in Lebanon. Their names went something like, Joe the son of the butcher of the town of Sidon. Somewhere, there is or was a town in Lebanon that sounded something like “Shababy” 100+ years ago, hence the name.

2) I’m a fantastic cook. I worked in the gourmet food industry for years. I’ve been accused of being a foodie, a food snob, a picky eater, you name it. That said, I can enjoy McDonald’s French fries as much as any dish.

3) I’m pretty OCD, although not the kind that has to wash their hands fifty times a day. Which isn’t to say I don’t have quirky habits. For instance, I put silverware in the dishwasher one piece at a time, per slot, to ensure they’re distributed as evenly as possible. For cleaning purposes. And I don’t put spoons together if I can possibly help it. They nestle and don’t get as clean.

It’s such an ingrained habit that my kids used to clump all the silverware together just so they could watch me pull it all out and redo it. And they’d laugh and snicker the whole time. The brats.

4) I love playing games. Cards, board games, you name it. Especially Scrabble, so when Words With Friends came around, it was an instant hit with me.

5) I HATE my smartphone. If I could get rid of it and go back to a landline, I would, but alas … social media marketing prevents me!

6) I love Star Trek. This isn’t news, but as far as I’m concerned, there isn’t a nobler figure in all of television than Captain Jean Luc Picard. I even have a little action figure of him that sits up on a shelf and watches me while I work. Instead of stick figures in the back window of my car I have Star Trek characters. My husband is a Gorn and I am an Orion.

7) I can’t whistle.

8) One of the characters of my debut novel, The Blue Effect, is named Kasimir, which was almost the name of my 20 year old son, Quinton. According to the baby name book I was reading at the time it meant “great ruler,” although if you google it now, it appears to mean “great destroyer.” My mother convinced me it was too unusual and he would be teased with a name like Kasimir Shababy. As a side note, the first time I told him of his almost name, he exclaimed that it was “way cooler than Quinton,” and still to this day expresses disappointment that I changed my mind.

9) I have two guilty pleasure TV shows that I will share with you in the hopes that no one will ever mention it to me: The Vampire Diaries (I blame my best friend for starting me on this habit … her and Ian Somerhalder for being so sexy) and Girl Meets World (I loved Boy Meet World back in the 90’s and couldn’t help myself when the spin-off began. It is literally the only Disney channel TV show I’ve ever watched).

10) In secret, away from the general public, I swear like a sailor. Like, all the damn time. I’ve read that swearing a lot shows a lack of creativity but I call BS on that and use Blue Brennan, the main character of The Blue Effect, as an example to prove otherwise. She has mighty cursing skills and finds often hilariously creative ways to swear.

Blue Brennan is jaded and bitter despite her pinup girl looks and quick wit. Night after night, she scours the Seattle club scene looking for someone or something to fill the emptiness inside.

When she meets the mysterious Kasey, her world stops… literally. He claims she has the ability to control time and stuns her even further when he reveals his own gifts.

Blue is inexplicably drawn to Kasey and reluctantly enters his world filled with a new breed of humanity. They’re misfits like her, blessed or cursed with powerful abilities, struggling to hide their differences from the rest of society.

Then the group discovers a nameless, faceless sociopath with nightmarish powers; and he’s coming for Blue. She’s left reeling when they discover her gifts are the key to defeating his terrible evil and saving them all.

Now she must race against the clock to harness her own powers and save her new friends. Can she be more than a renegade? Can she be a hero too?

Enjoy an excerpt:

He held out his free hand and I reached for it without thinking. Taking the hand of this stranger seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

Our fingers touched and my skin came alive. I felt a surge of electricity as some sort of energy shot from his hand into mine, running through my whole body and back to his like an endless circuit. I couldn’t stifle the gasp that broke through my lips. I stared at him, my vision narrowing until his face and eyes and smile were the only things I could see.

The energy between us exploded outward like a wave into the crowd, through the people and everything around me stopped. The music ended like a switch had been flipped, the people froze mid-step and even the air around me seemed to stop moving.

About the Author:

Rose Shababy and her family reside in eastern Washington State. Rose grew up in the Northwest but swears she’s going to move to warmer climates someday. She’s claimed this for over 20 years, however, and has yet to move more than 75 miles away from her mother.

Rose has a deep love of all things Star Trek and yearns to travel the heavens, as well as an intense desire to be bitten by a radioactive spider. Unfortunately she sucks at science and math so she hasn’t been able bring her dreams to life, instead living vicariously through books, comics, television and film. She hopes to someday make a million dollars so she can afford to buy her way to the international space station, but she’d settle for being able to fly around the world and leap tall buildings in a single bound.

Rose also loves to cook and worked for years in a gourmet Italian grocery and deli where she learned to hone her skills. She prepares culinary masterpieces for her family, but fervently wishes the dishes would wash themselves. Especially now that her dishwashers/children are nearly grown and only one still lives at home.

Rose likes to use her free time wisely. For instance, she likes to daydream, will often read for hours until she falls asleep on the couch with an electric blanket and a warm tabby cat curled up on her hip, as well as spending cozy weekend days watching Syfy movies like Sharknado and Mega Piranha with her husband.

If Rose were a cartoon animal, she’d prefer to be a wise old owl or a sleek and sexy jaguar, but in reality she’d probably be a myopic mole with coke-bottle glasses.

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Author Interview: Virginia McCullough

Long and Short Reviews welcomes Virginia McCullough, whose latest release Greta’s Grace was recently released.

Last year, Virginia celebrated her 40th publishing anniversary and, in many ways, writing is all she knows. She began writing when she was very young and at home raising her preschool-age daughter and son in the ’70s.

“Unlike so many of my women friends, I hadn’t prepared for any particular career. My mother was a librarian, however, and later worked in a text book publishing house, and we were a household of readers, and ideas kept popping into my head,” she explained. “Then my family moved to an island on the coast of Maine, where we had some friends who were ‘back to the landers,’ sort of. We didn’t know the first thing about growing so much as a row of lettuce, but we were young and yearned for an adventure. I began to write family living articles for secondary markets—denominational magazines, even though we didn’t practice any of those denominations. If the subject matter fit, the editors didn’t care! I worked in a small town library and wrote articles about children’s literature, too.

The next adventure took us to the sea, literally, and while still in Maine we moved aboard a sailboat and for the next 7 years I wrote articles about living aboard and sailing an old, classic wooden sailboat. We ended up in Annapolis for a couple of school years and then we lived in St. Thomas in the U.S.V.I. for a couple of years. Only later, in the 1980s, when my life changed drastically again, did I begin to make my living ghostwriting and editing nonfiction books and I coauthored a few, too. My time to write fiction came in fits and starts and it wasn’t until I moved to Wisconsin in 2001, that I began carving out enough hours here and there to seriously try to teach myself to write fiction.”

She started considering herself a writer after a magazine bought her first article, about a year after she started writing.

“That article sold on its 13th trip out, by the way,” she said. “But I was wrong to wait. I should have considered myself a writer when I first starting writing with the intention of making writing my career. Now I believe writers write, and publishing and how and where work appears are other issues, part of the profession, of course, but they don’t define us.”

Growing up, though, Virginia wanted to be a dancer, and she studied classical ballet with a Russian-trained teacher who was very strict and structured.

“She also wanted her students to be prepared to be dancers in operas or musicals, for example, so she taught ‘character’ dancing and tap, too. I learned to play the castanets and still find myself drumming my fingers to the pattern and repeating the words to a movement, ‘roll, roll, roll, right, left,’ and ‘both, left, roll, both, left roll.’ This teacher also required her students to study music and I took some piano lessons, but didn’t practice much since we didn’t have a piano—so I took up the violin for a while and studied with a very old man with tufts of white hair and incredibly thick glasses—and he lived on Mozart Street, not far from our apartment. That’s probably one of the reasons I’ve never forgotten him or the experience of playing the violin—badly!” she remembered. “For various reasons I didn’t pursue dance as a career, one being that I didn’t grow much over five feet tall, but the discipline developed while studying dance absolutely carried over to writing. And I still want to learn to play a musical instrument before I leave the planet.”

Virginia is from the mid-north side of Chicago.

“It was probably one of the best possible places to grow up in the ‘50s and ‘60s—certainly for a young girl who wanted to be a ballet dancer and needed a serious teacher,” Virginia told me. “My sister and I—and our friends—had such freedom, too. At very young ages (shockingly young to people today) my sister and I rode the bus and the elevated trains downtown and to distant movie theaters. I can trace my entire life in Chicago to stops on the old Ravenswood line.

“The best part about my childhood in the city was coming of age in the midst of all the great social movements of the day. My parents were activists and my husband and I were, too, and I’ve always felt that my life in the city gave me an immediate sense of my time, my era. Like living the history, in a way. Of course, there are many ways to do that, but being in the thick of it was one of the great privileges of my life.

“I always loved Lake Michigan, my primary landmark. After my time of living and cruising on a boat came to an end (along with my marriage), my kids and I left the Caribbean and moved back to Chicago. For several years I walked along the lake nearly every day, even when the lake was frozen and snow piled up on the rocks and in the parks. I used to walk the miles of lakefront and through the Lincoln Park Zoo and on downtown to appointments with clients. I later moved to Asheville, North Carolina and now I live in Wisconsin, but I still visit family in Chicago.”

“What is your most embarrassing moment?” I wondered.

“When I was about 14, I dressed up in a hand-me-down two piece dress that my sister had just outgrown. I put on white pumps to feel extra sophisticated and headed downtown on the subway to the Drake Hotel, on Walnut Street off Michigan Ave, and near the old Water Tower in Chicago. All this finery, by the way, was for an appointment with our dentist, whose office was in the hotel. But I felt very important strutting around in my grown up clothes. After the appointment, I planned to get a chocolate milkshake at my favorite soda fountain, and I headed down Michigan Avenue, walking amidst all the
‘beautiful people’ going about their business. But then I tripped, bad enough, but my feet had tangled in my own skirt. The hook and eye closure had come undone and the skirt fell down, exposing me in my slip! Nothing to do, but pull it up and keep on going. I’ll never forget feeling my face heating up and catching glimpses of people trying not to laugh at a hapless teenager pulling up her skirt. But I lifted my chin and walked on—and enjoyed the milkshake, too.”

Virginia’s newest release, Greta’s Grace is about a professional speaker, Lindsey Foster.

“That part of the book was fun to develop, especially exploring the concept of a speaker’s ‘signature story,’ which in Lindsey’s case is about the death of a friend. I’ve worked with so many speakers as an editor/ghostwriter and I belonged to the National Speakers Association for about 17 years and went to many chapter meetings and national conferences,” she said. “I’m fascinated by what these individuals do. Much like being a writer, being a speaker is a way of life. Those who are successful stay fresh and up on trends and they market themselves to bureaus and meeting planners—the equivalent of writers marketing to agents and editors.

“Lindsey’s life becomes especially complicated when she develops a fear of flying and tries to hide it. That means driving to speaking engagements when she would normally fly. Eventually, of course, her secret comes out and the reasons for it begin to piece together.”

She’s currently working on Island Secrets, book 2 in the St. Anne’s Island series, bringing Virginia back to her Georgia island setting, involving the Hadley family, another prominent St. Anne’s family (the Saint family was the focus of Island Healing. The search for a biological father drives the story and it deals with uncovering secrets. She’s also working on another book set in the same town where Greta’s Grace takes place, Simon’s Point, Wisconsin. It deals with fertility-infertility issues and a woman finding her artistic voice. She’s also putting finishing touches on a lighter book, The Jacks of Her Heart, a second chance romance, which includes a nostalgia café and other ‘60s and ‘70s elements.

“It still surprises me how real the characters become, and how much I care about them,” Virginia told me. “The characters become like my friends even before I start the actual writing. It also surprises me how much I enjoy writing fiction. I’ve always considered myself fortunate because I like to write and when I was first building my nonfiction business decades ago, I’d tell people how lucky I was because my work was my play. This is how I now feel writing fiction—I still need to make my living with editing/ghosting and coaching, but I spend more time with fiction than in the past. And I feel like a kid with a bunch of crayons or paints when I start working on my stories. The only thing that interferes are ‘voices’ telling me it isn’t very good or otherwise attempting to discourage me. But overall, I can’t believe how much I love the writing process itself.”

“Tell us one thing your readers would be most surprised to learn about you,” I challenged.

“For some reason almost everyone I meet, clients/readers/new friends, are surprised to learn that I was once a very heavy smoker. I think it’s because I’m generally known as a ‘sensible’ sort of person. So, surely I wouldn’t have taken up such a habit. Ah, but I did, and my secret that’s not really a secret is that I liked it so much.

“I quit many years ago, but smoking was a kind of theme in my life. I was raised in a family of smokers and it was something my mother started as a young woman to show her independence—family lore has it that she taught my father to inhale. But I also ‘blame’ authors like Grace Metalious, Carson McCullers, and Lillian Hellman who posed for their cover pictures holding cigarettes—so, yes, in my eyes, cool women smoked. Independent trailblazing women puffed away on cigarettes. Intellectually, I know that’s not true, and that image is part of a bygone era, but the association is still very strong.

“Like millions of other people I realized I had to quit. But it wasn’t because I wanted to or because I was sick of it. I joke that yeah, smoking is a filthy habit, blah, blah, blah, but I loved every minute of it. I had a terrible fear that I wouldn’t be able to write without smoking, and I still wonder how I would have managed without the nicotine patch—I put it right up there with the Salk vaccine as one of the great advances in recent times. The patch allowed me to break the psychological addiction to the rhythm of smoking and writing. And I’m really grateful. But politically correct or not, I still enjoy seeing people smoke in movies and in books.”

Finally, I asked, “What advice would you give a new writer just starting out?”

“With rare exception, most of us need to accept that we don’t know how to write articles, essays, novels, short stories, and so forth. We have to learn how to craft a lead for an article, for example, and we soon figure out that description, dialogue, and pacing aren’t always so easy and for most of us, require practice.

“I was never praised for my writing in school—in fact, I was stilted and afraid to express myself for fear of misplacing commas and whatnot. Unlike so many colleagues and clients, I was never burdened by messages from other people about being a talented writer, which made it easy to understand that I had to teach myself to write. And I read and read and read good writing and learned from it.

“Many years ago, at the end of a workshop I was presenting, someone asked me to sum up what I’d learned about writing that I could pass on. My answer popped out of my mouth: ‘Discipline really is all it’s cracked up to be.’

I know I couldn’t have made my living as a writer without that ‘lunch bucket’ kind of attitude. It’s my business, my job, so I show up. Some days are better than others, for sure, and days get away from me, too—I end up bemoaning that I’ve spent all day putting out client fires or dealing with email and whatever. But that’s the writer’s life, too. I love the independence that working for myself has allowed, but showing up is the price of admission. And I don’t think I’m unique in any way. Talented or not, we still have to learn and do the work and go through as many drafts as it takes.”

9_2 GretaGrace FRONT FINAL-5-13-14Professional speaker, Lindsey Foster, inspires her audiences with her presentations about the healing power of women’s stories, but her heart aches over her inability to heal her emotionally distant relationship with her daughter, Greta. But now, Greta is ill, and desperate to be closer to her, Lindsey heads to Greta’s new hometown, Simon’s Point, Wisconsin, on the shores of Lake Michigan.

During the many months of Greta’s treatment, Lindsey finds herself drawn to her blustery ex-husband, Brian. But Sam, Greta’s father-in-law, a quiet, reflective man, soon becomes her refuge in this time of crisis.

Willing to do anything to make her daughter happy, Lindsey makes questionable decisions and keeps secrets from Greta, causing more heartbreak. Feeling exiled once again, Lindsey is soon forced to decide between what she believes will make Greta happy and following where her own heart leads.

About the Author:9_2 Publicity PhotoVirginia McCullough’s award-winning titles include her recent release, Greta’s Grace, an Amazon bestseller; and Island Healing, Book 1 of her St. Anne’s Island Series; The Chapels on the Hill; and Amber Light. Her stories speak to hope, healing, and plenty of second chances.

Virginia broke into publishing in the 1970s with articles on family living, sailing-cruising and children’s literature. In the 1980s, she began writing books with healthcare experts, professional speakers, therapists, and others. Her most recent medical book, The Oxygen Revolution, was coauthored with Paul Harch, M.D., a pioneer in hyperbaric medicine. Virginia has served as a ghostwriter for well over 100 books, including 12 titles written for neurologist Alan R. Hirsch, M.D., the creator of the weight loss program, Sensa.

An experienced speaker and workshop presenter, Virginia and her colleague, Lynda McDaniel, cofounded The Book Catalysts, a book writing coaching service. They coauthored Write Your Book Now: An A to Z guide to unleashing your creativity, starting your book, and finishing strong and other titles. Visit Virginia on LinkedIn and Facebook. Website:

Southern Sweethearts with Laura Drake, Sandra Hill, Marilyn Pappano – Guest Blogs and Giveaway

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This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by the publisher. Enter to win copies of several books.

Top 5 Things We’d Be Surprised to Learn About You
Sandra Hill:
1. I dislike reading ebooks. I’d much rather have a print copy in hand.
2. I have never been on the Louisiana bayou. I have traveled to New Orleans several times, and I have researched heavily, but no actual swamp experience. A trip I look forward to.
3. Some people know this, but not everyone. I actually have Viking blood in my veins, stemming all the way back to Rolf the Gangr, first duke of Norsemandy.
4. My grandmother claimed she was related to Rhett Butler. (I know, I know.)
5. I have a son with the good ol’ southern name of Beau.

Marilyn Pappano:
1. I discovered an appreciation for rap once I turned fifty
2. I love medical parody videos on YouTube.
3. Spaghetti-Os are a staple in my pantry.
4. I like fire. It’s gorgeous and powerful and primal.
5. I talk and walk in my sleep. At a writers’ retreat before I sold the first Tallgrass books, I pitched it to my two cabin-mates while sound asleep. The first I knew of it was the next morning when they told me how much they liked the idea!

Laura Drake:
1. I skydived four times, until I had a ‘streamer’ – the chute didn’t open properly, and I had to throw the reserve. That was my last jump!
2. My sister and I, tired of the downfall of Detroit (not to mention the snowfall), in 1980, packed everything we owned in our two Pintos, and moved to California, sight unseen.
3. I’m a jock – competitive swimming and Synchronized swimming through high school. Now I ride a road bicycle for exercise, and my husband and I have been on several across-state trips.
4. I took a motorcycle trip by myself – a storm knocked out electrical by the freeway – no gas. I ran out. Luckily a Harley rider saw me pull over, put me on the back of his, and ran me to get gas. He didn’t leave me until my bike started. When I thanked him profusely, he said, “Hey, this is what bikers do.”
5. In spite of hating math in school, and flunking algebra in high school, I had a twenty-five year career as a CFO. Go figure.

SWEET ON YOU by Laura Drake (August 26, 2014; Forever Mass Market; $8.00)
A Love as Bold as a Texas Sunset . . .
Ex-army medic Katya Smith has always healed other people’s pain. Now she has to deal with her own. Taking a job as an athletic trainer on the Pro Bull Riding circuit seems like the perfect escape from her grief-except Katya doesn’t know anything about bulls, and even less about the tough men who ride them. She doesn’t expect to fall for the sport, or for one tantalizing cowboy who tumbles her defenses.

For rodeo champion Cam Cahill, fifteen years of bucking bulls have taken their toll on his body. Before he retires, he wants a final chance at the world title-and he doesn’t need some New Age gypsy telling him how to do his job. But when the stunning trainer with the magical hands repairs more than his worn muscles, everything changes. Soon Cam finds himself trying to persuade Katya to forgive her past so she can build a future . . . with him.

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9_1 sweetheart Laura DrakeLaura Drake grew up in the suburbs outside Detroit, though her stories are set in the west.  A tomboy, she’s always loved the outdoors and adventure. In 1980 she and her sister packed everything they owned into Pintos and moved to California. There she met and married a motorcycling, bleed-maroon Texas Aggie and her love affair with the West was born. Laura rides motorcycles: Elvis, a 1985 BMW Mystic, and Sting, a 1999 BMW R1100.

In Texas, Laura was introduced to her first rodeo, and fell in love. She’s an avid fan of Pro Bull Riding (PBR,) attending any event within driving distance, including two PBR National finals. She is hard at work at her next novel.

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SNOW ON THE BAYOU by Sandra Hill (August 26, 2014; Forever Mass Market; $8.00)
Joining the Navy was the second best thing that ever happened to Justin “Cage” LeBlanc, the rebel son of a no-account convict. The first was Emelie Gaudet, the love of his life . . . until he was forced to leave town and swore there would be snow on the bayou before he ever returned. Now, only his mortally ill grandma can bring the injured Navy SEAL back to Terrebone Parrish, where he must face his past-and Emelie, who’s even more beautiful than she was all those years ago.

Bourbon Street blues singer Emelie is once bitten, twice shy. When she learns that Justin is back in town, she wants nothing to do with the once wild Cajun teenager who fled with the law on his tail-and broke her heart. But she can’t deny the red-hot attraction between them . . . or his efforts to prove he’s finally changed his hell-raising ways. Can she trust that this time the bad boy of the bayou will be the best man for her?

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9_1 sweetheart SandraHillSandra Hill is a graduate of Penn State and worked for more than 10 years as a features writer and education editor for publications in New Jersey and Pennsylvania. Writing about serious issues taught her the merits of seeking the lighter side of even the darkest stories. She is the wife of a stockbroker and the mother of four sons.
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A LOVE TO CALL HER OWN by Marilyn Pappano (August 26, 2014; Forever Mass Market; $ )
It’s been two years since Jessy Lawrence lost her husband in Afghanistan, and she’s never fully recovered. Drowning her sorrows didn’t help, and neither did the job she’d hoped would give her a sense of purpose. Now trying to rebuild her life, she finds solace in her best friends, fellow military wives who understand what it’s like to love-and lose-a man in uniform . . . and the memory of one stolen night that makes her dream of a second chance at love.

Dalton Smith has known more than his fair share of grief. Since his wife’s death, he revels in the solitude of his cattle ranch. But try as he might, he can’t stop thinking about the stunning redhead and the reckless, passionate night they shared. He wasn’t ready before, but Dalton sees now that Jessy is the only woman who can mend his broken heart. So how will he convince her to take a chance on him?

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9_1 sweetheart Pappano, MarilynAbout the author:
Known for her intensely emotional stories, Marilyn Pappano is the USA Today bestselling author of nearly eighty books. She has made regular appearances on bestseller lists and has received recognition for her work in the form of numerous awards. Though her husband’s Navy career took them across the United States, he and Ms. Pappano now live in Oklahoma high on a hill that overlooks her hometown. They have one son and daughter-in-law, an adorable grandson, and a pack of mischievous dogs.
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Silent Partner by Stan Schatt – Spotlight and Giveaway

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Silent Partner is a paranormal mystery, a police procedure novel with a female detective that will remind you of Harry Bosch, a ghost story that suggests what lies beyond death, and a comic look at a tabloid where the “truth” is whatever sells.

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“Duh. Of course I am, but I’m also the one who tripped you. Give me some credit for that. I think it’s like a hundred years of bad karma if you let the person you’re protecting get killed.”

“You’re protecting me? How come you didn’t keep me from being shot?”

“Give me a break. I told you that I’m new to this. The bullet only nicked your butt; so don’t make a federal case out of it. If I hadn’t tripped you,
you’d be paralyzed. You should be grateful to me.”

Josh felt a cold shiver run up his spine.

“Then you’re dead?”

“We don’t refer to it that way. We like to say that we’ve moved to another plane.”

“How come I can see you?”

Andy smiled thinly.

“You Harrells have a gift. Everyone has a guardian angel, but only certain people can see us. It’s easier in a way for us if you can’t see us.”

“You’ll keep anything bad from happening to me?”

“There’s such a thing as free will, my dear. I can only help you so much.

If it’s your time, then it’s lights out. Now that you’re thirty, things are going to get a lot harder.”

“What do you mean?”

Josh had a sinking feeling in his stomach, and it wasn’t the alcohol.

“A lot of things are going to change for you now. As I said, you Harrells are gifted, although some of your relatives thought of it as a curse.”

“I don’t believe this. You mean my father really did see someone? He wasn’t crazy?”

“Of course he saw someone. I hope you don’t throw your full glass of whiskey at me the way he threw his at his guardian.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“You’re asking too many questions. Just take my word that everything’s relative, including time.”

“What do you want?”

About the Author:

Stan Schatt grew up in Phoenix, Arizona and now resides in Carlsbad, California. He has written thirty-five books on a wide variety of subjects ranging from fiction to technology. He is co-author of Journey to a Different Dimension, an Amazon bestseller. He also authored Egypt Rising, a YA novel focusing on a teen’s experience in Egypt at the time of the Egyptian revolution of 2011. This novel contains paranormal elements including a secret buried under the Sphinx. The paranormal mystery Silent Partner is Schatt’s latest novel.

He has led several careers including futurist and executive for many of the world’s leading technology market research firms, police department administrator, autopsy assistant, software trainer, Telecommunications Department Chairman, and English professor. He taught at Tokyo University as a Fulbright exchange professor. His non-fiction includes books on such diverse topics as strategies for changing careers for a green industry job, studies of Michael Connelly and Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., network and data communications technology, telecommunications, computer programming.

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Q&A and Giveaway with Cecilia Tan, author of Slow Satisfaction

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How do you personally distinguish between pornography, erotica, and erotic romance?

A lot of people only use the word “pornography” when they want to put something down or criticize it, as if “porn” implies only things that are of low quality or in poor taste–but it comes from the misguided idea that ANY writing about sex is automatically of low quality or in poor taste. To me personally, there’s no real difference between “erotica” and “pornography” because it’s a false dichotomy between “good” and “bad,” or between “art” and “commercial.” It becomes erotic romance when you include emotional bonding and guarantee a happy ending. Erotic romance is a very specific flavor of erotica.

What authors do you think write excellent erotic fiction?

There are so many! There are some who were my erotic fiction peers in the nineties like Laura Antoniou, Thomas S. Roche, and M. Christian, and there are folks who broke onto the scene in the 2000s like Alison Tyler and Kal Cobalt, and more recently you’ve got a lot of talent coming through romance specifically, like Elizabeth Schechter, Tiffany Reisz, and L.A. Witt. I don’t get to read as much as I used to, though, because I’m writing so much. I’ve learned I can’t read a book while I’m writing a book. And lately I’m always writing a book.

How do you judge what makes a good erotic story when writing your own fiction?

Did it get me hot? That’s the number one thing. If I’m bored or unaroused while writing it, the reader will feel the same.

What are the biggest public misconceptions about erotic romance?

I think the biggest misconception is that romance novels are stupid or brainless, and especially that if there’s sex involved it must be even stupider. What’s terrible is that so many of the negative attitudes about romance are really just hidden misogyny. If men were writing and reading it, it’d be considered an art form, but because it’s by women for women a lot of people assume it’s worthless. The other really huge misconception is that what women enjoy in an erotic romance novel is the same thing they want in the actual bedroom. No one assumes that people who like to read mysteries actually want to be detectives, or murderers, for that matter. Readers of fiction actually do understand that they are reading fiction and that there’s a difference between fantasy and reality.

Who is your favorite erotic author and why?

I really can’t pick a single favorite of all time. I gave quite a list to an earlier question, and I could just keep adding to it: Pat Califia, John Preston, Angela Carter, Anais Nin, etc. If I had to say who I’m most excited about at the moment, whose books I’m hotly anticipating, though? It’s a tie between Tiffany Reisz and Alison Tyler. They both write very authentically and openly about kink and sexuality, with interesting characters and none of the “oh no!” blushing virgin kind of attitude that infuses a lot of the stuff out there.

9_1 Tan_Slow Satisfaction_TPJames has finally pushed Karina beyond her limit—not her limit for kinky sex play, but for his extreme secrecy. She has had enough and breaks things off. But James won’t give up on Karina and will do whatever it takes to get her back. He’s ready to share his deepest, darkest secrets, but is Karina ready to hear them?

James offers Karina not only the truth but a place at his side… onstage. He wants Karina to star in his final musical production and enter his life and his world fully and completely. As the two work together, they rekindle the trust and love they’d lost. But James’s world is full of deceit. When he is blackmailed by an unscrupulous music industry executive, James must give in to unreasonable demands or risk exposure of his and Karina’s secret sex life.

Will Karina and James’s love be strong enough to withstand the many obstacles being thrown their way?


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Cecilia Tan writes about her many passions, from erotic fantasy to baseball, from her home in Cambridge, Massachusetts. She is the author of many books, including The Siren and the Sword, The Tower and the Tears, The Incubus and the Angel, Black Feathers, Mind Games, White Flames,and The 50 Greatest Yankee Games. She has edited over 50 anthologies of erotica for Red Silk Editions, Thunder’s Mouth Press, Blue Moon Books, Masquerade Books, Ravenous Romance, and for the publishing house she founded, Circlet Press. Her short fiction has appeared in Ms. Magazine, Asimov’s Science Fiction magazine, Best American Erotica, and many other places, and her nonfiction on baseball has been in Slow Trains, Baseball Ink, Gotham Baseball Magazine, Yankees Magazine, Yankees Annual, and elsewhere.





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LASR Anniversary: Malia Ann Haberman – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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Songs of Summer in Story


I stand in the Summer Sun and twirl with my arms wide open. Summer’s Here! Hey Summer! It’s finally Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days of Summer I’ve been waiting for all year.


Giggling, I stumble to a stop and turn my face to the sky as the Summer Sunshine kisses my Summer Fevered skin. Summer Means Fun and I feel like singing a Summer Serenade to the beautiful Happy Summertime day. No Summertime Blues for me. No Siree! I’m going to have Hot Fun in the Summertime. I’ll laugh and play On the Beach in the Summertime along with all the other beautiful Girls in Their Summer Clothes and the interesting Boys of Summer.


I smile as the Summer Wind catches my hair and brushes it across my face, tickling my nose. The wind brings with it a welcome Blast of Summer. It’s like Summer Paradise as the playful wind performs an entertaining Summer Dance in the golden Summer Sand.


Wrapping my arms around my waist, I stare out across the gloriously blue ocean that basks in the Summer Sunshine. My heart fills with Summer Feeling while my mind drifts away to Summer Dreaming. The Summer Days and Summer Nights will surly be filled with Summer Magic, won’t they? I touch my lips. Maybe I’ll experience my first Summer Kiss underneath a silvery Summer Moon, and maybe I’ll have a lovely Summer Romance that will last All Summer Long. I stomp my foot. I refuse to have another Cruel Summer or sad Summer in the City while I cry through too many Lonely Summer Nights. I swear it’ll be a good-time Flipflop Summer of Long Hot Summer excitement.


I close my eyes and imagine meeting my Summer Love while on a delicious Picnic in the Summertime. It will be instant Sweet Summer Lovin’ and Summer Madness will become our Feel Good Hit of the Summer. Of course, we’ll run, laughing in the Summer Rain as Summer Lightning flashes. We’ll fall into each other’s arms and he’ll tell me, “You Have the Summer in Your Smile. I hope this isn’t just another Summer Illusion like I had Suddenly Last Summer.”


malia sunset 10-4-12 003 (2)We’ll spend our Summer Days and Endless Summer Nights enjoying Summer’s Fiesta while wishing it was Always Summer. I shiver with anticipation as I picture us cruising Summer Roads in his red convertible while loving the Summer Side of Life. Then at the end of each day we’ll watch the perfect Summer Sunset as we listen to a Song for a Summer Night.


I know our sweet Summer Voyage must come to end, but as The Green Leaves of Summer turn autumn orange and red, I’ll wish again for The First Day of Summer as my Summer Holiday and the Summer Heat drift away. So as I say Farewell My Summer Love I’ll hold my Summer Souvenirs close to my heart because I know I’ll always remember my first Summer of Love.

malia House of Magic cover (2)In this fun, thrilling middle-grade/tween adventure 13-year-old Chase Tinker and his younger brother Andy learn the truth about their family’s magical heritage from a grandfather they thought to be long dead. This grandfather soon invites them to come visit him in his gigantic, magical house on a remote island in Puget Sound – a house where every room has its own unique power.

When there, the boys also learn that their family has been battling a Dark Enemy for generations, always fighting to preserve the mysterious “Relic” that holds the key to all the Tinker magic. This terrifying enemy is bound and determined to get their hands on this powerful Relic, and the incredibly magical house. Chase can’t believe their dad has been keeping so much from them. Now Chase must find a way to stop these evil beings, while at the same time seeking the truth about what has happened to his missing dad, unraveling even more secrets and lies, and not letting on that he has his own secret crush on the housekeeper’s beautiful daughter.

Not only is this book filled with people characters, and a mischievous ferret, but the house itself is also an exciting, important character.

About the Author: Author of “The Chase Tinker Series” Malia loves reading, writing, dancing, sunsets, ladybugs, Seahawks football, playing video games on her iPad, watching TV, pizza and chocolate. She also has terrible motion sickness and hates onions. She’s always wanted to have the ability to teleport and the power to move things with her mind. She lives in the Seattle area with her three wild and crazy ferrets.

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Summer In Australia
lacey hill-inlet-t (2)Summer in the land downunder is from December to February. Temperatures soar across our hot, dry continent but humidity is almost unbearable in coastal areas. Aussies hit the beaches, dams, rivers and pools. Wherever they can find water and relief. It’s the holiday season and over the six weeks of school holidays, which encompass Christmas and New Year, there is a mass migration to the coast.
The white, sandy beaches of Australia are vast and, it is said, the most beautiful in the world. The hunky lifesavers aren’t bad either. Kids build sandcastles, bury each other, or their parents and soak up the sun.

It is at this time of year the North of Australia is peppered with Cyclones, both large and small. No Aussie will ever forget Cyclone Tracy which hit Darwin on Christmas Eve in 1975 all but wiping out the entire city. The whole country rallied around these poor unfortunate souls. Then there were the floods which engulfed most of Queensland in 2011. Ninety percent of the state was under water, thousands of people had to be evacuated and you could have gone white water rafting down our street.

Summer is a time for gathering the family together, enjoying a beer and a barbie, seeing the latest movies, catching up with friends and enjoying the outdoors. It’s a time to relax and unwind before beginning a new year.

Australia is a lucky country and despite summer storms, floods and cyclones, we are blessed to call this great continent home.

lacey Greek Affair (2)Adrastos ‘Addie’ Papadakos is a Criminal. He arranges gun and drug deals with Russia and Niger. He is the product of a rape and to provide for her son, his mother is forced to become a whore. He grew up in a brothel where he learns about sex at the tender age of thirteen. He hates women.

Mario Anastopolous is a successful Banking Executive. He has just come out of a relationship where he hadn’t been satisfied.

When Addie ventures into a Gay Men’s Club in Athens, he meets Mario. Both had been on the lookout for a lover. Their attraction is instant.

Addie is domineering, in charge. Mario is meek, submissive.

When Mario accepts the invitation to go home with Addie, he doesn’t realize just how good his life is about to become. Following a night of spanking, sex, pain and pleasure, Addie makes Mario an offer that is too good to refuse. Mario gives up everything to be with this man who can provide him with the sexual variety he craves.

For the first time in his life, Addie has genuine feelings for someone else.

About the Author: I began writing romance with erotic overtones after being bombarded with ideas.

I am married, have two adult aged children and I am retired which gives me plenty of free time to enjoy the things I love most- family, travel, our dogs and writing.

I have two new books available, which I hope you enjoy, and another is in the planning.

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I am always happy to answer your questions or just have a chat.

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Summer’s a time for growth and relaxation
By Maggie Toussaint

Spring rolls easily into summer, especially in coastal Georgia where I live. During spring there’s that greening up and sparkle of new life everywhere, and during summer, nature gets busy. Summer is growing season.

All year long, I look forward to summer-fresh veggies and fruit from local orchards. I’m hard-pressed to say whether a tomato sandwich or a BLT is my favorite summer meal. But then there’s watermelon, blueberries, and peaches. Yum!

And fresh corn. Omigosh. Is there anything more satisfying than corn that slept in the garden last night? My mouth’s watering thinking about it.

Show of hands. How many folks remember sitting on the porch as a kid and snapping beans (or shelling peas)? That’s how many of my summer afternoons were spent. Well, that and swimming. Nothing better than a dip in the local swimming hole on a hot summer day.

Another favorite summer activity, especially in the heat of August was and still is reading. If you like romance blended with mystery and suspense, my books are just the thing for sultry heat and southern adventure.

My Mossy Bog series of romantic suspense/romantic mystery novels started with my interest in old historical homes. Muddy Waters, a story about a realtor and a security expert searching for a lost inheritance, was meant to be a standalone novel, but fans clamored for more from the town of Mossy Bog.

I went back to the drawing board and created my award-winning novel, i>Hot Water, book 2 in the Mossy Bog series. In Hot Water, a cop and an arson investigator are closing in on a serial arsonist.

By this time, I was hooked on the idea of returning to Mossy Bog again, and three’s a good number, right? Book 3 of this series releases Aug. 29, 2014. Rough Waters is about a florist and a former SEAL hunting for stolen treasure, and it’s peopled with the characters and setting you’ve come to love.

Thank you for sharing my love of summer and reading. I hope we meet again soon!

I have a giveaway! Share your favorite summer activity in a comment and be entered in a drawing for a copy of Muddy Waters, the book that launched the series. Be sure to leave your address if you want to be considered in the drawing.

maggie RoughWaters_w8335_750 (2)“Former Navy SEAL Rock Mackenzie wants his stolen gold sovereigns back. Time is running out on the loan repayment for his treasure hunt and unless he finds the coins, he will have to forfeit a family heirloom and all hope of finding the sunken ship carrying the gold.

Pink-haired florist Jeanie Munro learned responsibility the hard way after her ex-husband abandoned her and their two children. Once a wild child with a heart full of adventure, Jeanie finds herself falling for yet another bad boy dreamer—until thieves ransack her shop and home and Rock reveals her ex is to blame for their troubles.

Is he? Or did Rock bring danger to her doorstep? In return for his protection, Jeanie agrees to help find the missing coins. Will their thirst for adventure get them killed, or will they discover the true meaning of treasure before it’s too late?

About the Author: MaggieToussaint_Large (2)Southern author Maggie Toussaint loves to blend murder and romance in her fiction. With twelve published books to her credit, her latest release is Rough Waters, a romantic mystery about stolen treasure. Earlier this year, she released Gone and Done It, a paranormal mystery. Maggie lives in coastal Georgia, where secrets, heritage, and ancient oaks cast long shadows.

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