Sunday, February 23, 2014

A Day In My Shoes

On a typical morning, the motor boating feline tends to wake me. Or, he's headbutting me and digging at the covers because he's uncovered himself again. And usually about that time, my body wakes up and forces me out of bed. I get my four year old daughter awake and we head down the stairs to start the day, her with whatever happens to be showing on Disney or Nick Jr and me with a whole pot of coffee.
My morning consists of kid show tunes, coffee refills, making breakfast - then catching a dancing kid so she eats. At some point through all the morning chaos, I check all my emails, responding to the necessary ones, checking all notifications, texts, calls, tweets, update my calendar and check it to see what all I need to do...
By the time that's all done, it's time to do the dishes and make lunch as I wonder where the morning went. I turn the radio on and jam out. My daughter has the job of putting her bowls and silverware away, so she tends to hang out with me and the music, too. She loves drying the pizza pan and her most requested song is Never Never by Korn. I don't know why but okay.
My daughter is...silly. She is obsessed with Sidney Crosby, captain of the Pittsburgh Penguins (NHL). And lately, she repeats her favorite joke, because she just started grasping the Knock, Knock jokes...
her- "Mommy! Knock, knock."
me - "Who's there?"
her- "Sidney Crosby!" with the largest cheesiest smile she possess
me- "Sidney Crosby who?"
her- "Sidney Crosby the hockey player! Duh!"

And usually by lunch, I've heard this 3-10 times...sometimes I lose count. I cannot tell you how many times a day I hear his name or that joke. She's Crobsessed. It's okay. Penguins are my FAVORITE team. I'm obsessed with hockey. So she gets it well. But the Crobsession is new.
Also, by lunch I've heard, "I want to go to school like brother and sissy!" and, "Roses are red, violets are blue, this is my bed, and this is my head!"

After lunch is finished, and cleaned up, we practice letters and writing and things like that for a bit. Sometimes we only do twenty minutes. Other days she flies through and we go for two or three hours. She's still only 4, so I don't push her. I don't want her to dislike learning.

Then it's game/movie time...and Mommy can write for a little bit or until Daddy gets home from work. This would be the times that I've written some fights while listening to "A Song About Elmo" and "Set Your Piggies Free" ... Gotta love Sesame Street background tunes.

After that, it's dinner, family time, bathtime, bedtime... Nighttime is when this mama gets the most of her work done. I sometimes stay up until 4-5 in the morning writing, and get up around 8 or so...or whatever rude time my cat decides to wake me up.

That's a typical day for me. If the husband is off work.... things are so out of whack it isn't even funny...and summers are totally off balance too.
But I love it and wouldn't change it at all. Okay, MAYBE I'd change the hormonal outbursts from teen/s and toddler-teen. (Toddler-Teen syndrome... my 4yo throws temper tantrums that rival the 15yo. I'm in for it.) 

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Happy Valentine's Day from Hunter!


Unforeseen Heartbeat (Second Chances #2) by Maureen Mayer is coming out February 24th. But until then....

Add Hunter to your TBR here - Goodreads

Happy Valentine's Day from Danielle Sibarium

So I got this message one day, requesting my help to share an announcement. Of course, for Danielle, I said yes!

Come to find out it's an announcement I've been LONGING to hear for...well...for as long as I've known about the kindle app!
For Always by Danielle Sibarium was one of my first ebooks :) I LOVE IT! Stephanie and Jordan... oh my, tragic wreck, but lord were they adorable. I loved them. He has his own issues, she has hers... Their story wasn't the whole hearts and flowers and chocolate mooshy stuff, their story was real, tragic and heart wrenching, and it's a story that's stayed with me.

Anywho, enough of my jabbering! Here's what Danielle has to say!!!

First, I would like to thank you for allowing me to announce my special message on your blog. I am so honored to be here today. I understand your blog is a reflection of you and so I thank you for giving me this opportunity. Next, I’d like to thank every reader that has ever picked up one of my books and given them a chance. And finally I’d like to thank all of my fans that have felt compelled to reach out to me. I have appreciated all of your letters, messages, and support, whether it came in an email, or just a short and sweet tweet.
When I began this journey, I had no expectations. I had dreams and hopes and wishes, but to say I expected For Always to take on a life of its own would not be true. Since its release in October of 2011, many people have contacted me asking me if I planned to write a sequel. I thought Stephanie and Jordan’s story had been completed, but for many of you, it wasn’t enough. So because you asked, because you told me in no uncertain terms you wanted it, I am working on And Forever, the sequel to For Always. And Forever picks up where For Always ended. While Stephanie and Jordan are finally a couple, they still carry the same baggage they had before. Can their love survive the ghosts of their past and the challenges of the future?
I hope you are excited about this as I am. I expect And Forever to be released in July 2014. Until then, look for teasers on Facebook and Twitter. And before I go, I leave you with this, the prologue of And Forever.  Once again thank you for being so amazing. Happy Reading!

            The scent of death lingered nearby. Always. Only I didn't attract it, I repelled it, like a deflector shield. This was my lot in life, to extend the days of those I loved. That theory came from Jordan; the keeper of my heart, and the love of my life!  
            I sighed. I didn't realize I did it until Jordan apologized. Again.
            "I'm sorry Steph, I don't want to be distracted."
            "I know. I understand. Promise."
            He misunderstood. It was a contented sigh. One that said I was thrilled my boyfriend was driving me to school. The sigh was a sign of how surreal sitting next to Jordan and knowing that he loved me was. How I couldn't believe in a matter of hours he'd be leaving me alone on the college campus, and I intended to savor each minute with him. The sigh was the only chance I had of getting any of those sentiments across because he didn't want me to talk while he was driving. I knew just being in the car together was challenging for him.
            Jordan still suffered the after effects of a terrible car accident that left his ex-girlfriend dead. Of course he was breaking up with her at the time because he loved me, and I pushed him into making a choice between us. When he served as my unexpected prom date, I made him admit his feelings. That's what led to his break-up with Madison, leaving him in a swamp of guilt induced quick sand when she died. But we worked through all that.
            I hoped.
            I didn't bother saying anything further to try and reassure him I wasn't upset. I'd already been warned he couldn't concentrate on the road and to keep the radio down. The problem was he wanted it down so low I couldn't hear the music. I glanced at his hands on the steering wheel, his knuckles were white. He held on so tight I expected his fingers to cramp up. I hated that this was so hard for him. I wished I knew how to make it better, but the only thing I could do was stand beside him and hope in time he'd heal.
            I turned to my window, watching the never ending expanse of trees zoom by. I wished for a brief moment I'd gone in the other car with my mother and her new, at least new to me, boyfriend Eddie. I'd been clueless about Eddie, but after her health scare last week, she came clean. She wanted to see him and had been ordered to take a few days off of work. Work is where they'd rendezvous during lunch. She'd been frightened when they first told her it looked like a heart attack and realized it was silly to keep him hidden away. No way I wanted to hear what cheesy, weird things they might be talking about. I mean it was my mom, gross. Still, I was happy for her. My father died a decade ago and as far as I knew she'd never dated before.
            I chose to ride with Jordan, because even in the deafening silence, and the tension he carried on his shoulders every time we got in a car together, there was nowhere else I'd rather be. From the first moment he spoke to me, he owned my heart. It was branded with his name. I'd tried for four years to move on, to forget him, but that wasn't an option for me. No one could hold a candle to him.
            "Hey," He pulled my attention back to the here and now. "You know I love you right?"
            I smiled. Of course he knew that would make me smile, that's why he said it. It felt like that's all I'd done over the last week since he found me crying on the beach. I'll never forget the wave of relief that washed over me when I found out he'd been spared from a terrible plane crash. He never made it on the plane because I called him at the last minute in an attempt to get him to stay. Thank goodness I did. I didn't know where he was going or why, but Maria warned me that he was leaving, and it might be forever.  
            I always believed myself to be the root cause of the bad things that happen to people around me, Jordan thought I was what kept them hanging on. I didn't believe him, at least not yet. But having him try to convince me otherwise promised to be amazing.



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A Matter of Choice by R.M. Alexander (Tour post)

I'm a day late posting. Snow is my enemy... If you're cold like me, try this, might warm you up a bit.

Title: Matter of Choice
Author: RM Alexander
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: January 21, 2014

Some promises can’t be kept.

Shannon Winters’ picture perfect marriage is in shambles after a car accident left her husband an amnesiac. The commitment to vows he doesn’t remember making keeps her fighting while covering up the parade of other women and a spectacle of bad behavior. Her career as owner and manager at a successful boutique hotel alongside the Hudson River keeps is her refuge, but, at thirty-seven years old, what she craves is the bond to be repaired.

Even twenty years after high school, Triston Keyes continues to be haunted by the memories of the girl he’d lost, the only woman he’s ever loved. When he meets Shannon during a vacation, he finally has the chance to apologize. It’s the only hope he has if he ever wants to fall in love with anyone else.

Sparks rekindle between them, and Shannon struggles to find a reason to stay true to a broken marriage which is quickly crumbling as she gravitates towards the forgotten love.

Until her husband pleas for her to come back.

But when the depth of betrayal is revealed, Shannon must choose her vows-and her beloved hotel-or to remain true to her heart; while Triston must fight to keep the past from catching up to his future.

Both know nothing is a matter of luck, but a matter of choice …

Excerpt One:

She reached toward his hand, her heart shuddering as he flinched away. “Greg, Greg, come on.” She sidled up next to him, pressing his hand, still tight around the bottleneck, gently downward and ignoring his glare. No doubt he resented the intrusion. It didn’t matter. He’d come to the only sanctuary she had, allowing him to ruin it was not an option. “How about you come rest in one of the guest rooms? I have a vacancy. You can watch some TV, maybe get some sleep.” She kept her other hand rested on one of his fading biceps, the fingers feeling alien against a memory of gym-toned masculinity.

Greg snatched his arm from reach, defiance hardening the charcoal in his eyes, his voice a snarl. “I don’t want to sleep. I want to party.” He grinned, pushing against her weaker hold to raise the bottle as he surveyed the room. His voice bellowed once again. “Where’s a pretty date wanting some great entertainment? I’ve got it right here.” He gestured towards his groin, bellowing laughter.

The words and gesture cut hard against her. With eyes closed, she found her center and whispered words more damaging to her sanity than his feral actions. “The entertainment will begin later. First, you should lie down. You’ll want to be at your best for the party tonight, won’t you?”

Excerpt Two:

He snorted and chuckled. “You’ll call security on me? Like anyone in security scares me? That Stevens rent-a-cop-he’s a joke. I said, Get out of my way!”

The hands which had spent the better part of ten years caressing her skin and holding her with happiness and sorrow shot out and grabbed her shoulders, his grip hard against her skin. She yelped and then screamed as he pulled her up off her feet, glaring with angry eyes, then threw her against the wall. Unable to gain her balance in time, she shrunk to the floor in a crumbled heap, staring at her husband as he turned away without a second look and strode in to the banquet room. Tears spilled down her cheeks as his booming voice blasted through the air, and then terror struck as Rick looked up, then past Greg to meet her with first startled then enraged eyes.

Her voice didn’t find its way out of her mouth in time to stop Rick from barreling towards Greg, arms wide and ready to tackle. Shrieks and gasps ricocheted out of the banquet room and pounced off the walls, pummeling Shannon like bees as Greg glowered at the teenager. A single hook landed hard and precise against the boy’s temple, sending him sprawling to the ground. Senators and chair people rushed to his side, and others wrapping their arms tight against Greg’s drunken rage, encasing him with immobilizing restraint.

Excerpt Three:

She smiled as she rested her fingers in his palm. “This is beginning to dangerously resemble a date.” With the word in the hanging in the air, her mind relaxed. It was said, and now could be refuted, adjusted as needed.

She stepped out of the car, then backed into it when Triston didn’t step back to give her room. “We have rules, sir.”

“Yes, we do. And my favorite rule is to treat you like the lady you are.”

She shook her head, and waited until he allowed her enough berth and generously dropping her hand to keep up appearances. As they drew nearer to the front door, she looked over to his grinning face. He looked like a school boy escorting the class beauty. They were neither, and his expression made her laugh. “What am I going to do with you?”

His lips tilted into a lopsided smile. “There are so many wonderful ways I could answer that, but, you know, we have these rules, and …”

Excerpt Four:

“I think you’re underestimating my commitment here.”

“I think you’re getting ahead of yourself.”

“Am I?” He leaned forward, his knuckle cupping her chin as he edged it upwards and softly pressing his lips against her mouth. Her every fiber wanted to fight him, to push him away, but their skin pressed together felt too good, and she melted into him.

Slowly, they parted, her voice hoarse as she spoke. “We shouldn’t …” She couldn’t bear to open her eyes. She didn’t want to see the expectations and hope she imagined to be shimmering in his gaze, or reveal the shame and uncertainty she knew was in hers.

He pressed a finger against her lips, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, his breath intoxicatingly warm. “Don’t say ‘we shouldn’t’ anything. Open your eyes sweetheart, look at me.” He paused, and she could feel him back away. Setting her jaw firm, her lids eased open, staring into his gaze a mere inches away. “It was one kiss Shy. That’s all. And I won’t go further than that until you’re ready. But to make it clear, I love you. It might seem impossible, it’s been years and we haven’t spent much time together since I came to the Grande. But I realized this afternoon, when I took a jog down that path we walked… I loved you in high school. Honestly, truly loved you. I screwed it up. But the love never really went away.”

RM Alexander is an author of Contemporary and Paranormal Romance. Her current novel, "Matter of Choice" is releasing in January 2014.

She has been writing since she was 10 years old. Many times, she stopped writing for months or even years at a time, but always came back to it until, in 2009, an idea came to her she couldn't put down. Over the next two years, she wrote and revised "Shadows", which will becoming available in spring/summer of 2014.

Another novel, "Matter of Choice", found its way to paper in 2010 during the revision process for "Shadows". And as "Shadows" was making its rounds to literary agencies, "Matter of Choice" was finished and slated for release in January of 2014.

With characters who look for love in wrong places and are victims of the worse kind of betrayals while fighting for what they want and believe in, RM's novels promise a good read with unexpected twists and turns.

When she's not writing, RM is spending time with her husband and two small children in Michigan. She loves to travel, especially to Walt Disney World, and can often be found on Twitter or Facebook chatting with other authors and fans.

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Monday, February 10, 2014

I'm coming clean again...

Okay guys.... It's time I come clean again!

I've been terribly quiet and quite greedy with my books, if you ask me. I'm sorry! I've been working and handling a new routine and childrens....and I can feed you lame excuses all I want. True or not, they're quite lame.

So. Here's what I have for you today! An update, an introduction and a teaser. Hope that'll do for now. I'm trying not to suck here. But it may be fairly blah. But it is what I have.

First order of business.... The update.

Soul being a pain in the rump. Why you ask? Well, for one, it's told from a male point of view... so go figure. No, really, it's revelation related. I'd get say 30 thousands words in and BAM, something is wrong, it's off... THIS is why. And this means you need to start back over. Why do I have to start back at the beginning for these revelations? Because I'm OCD and cannot write out of order to save my life. *sigh* and this male is a bit late with a few of revelations...

There will be a cover & blurb reveal, and I'll fill everyone in on that ASAP! :)

So, to answer some questions anyone may have.
1) Soul Promise IS from Henry's point of view.
2) The Soul Mate Series will form one long story told through the eyes of different characters.
3) Each book picks up where the previous on left off, so you won't have to fully relive experiences already lived. There will be moments of reflection though.
4) As of right now, I can't answer how many books there will be total in the series. My original plan (when I wrote the first draft of True Connection) is completely washed away due to the face lift process (revisions and editing)

I have a teaser picture for you to reward you for you if you've lasted this long...
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Next update!
A Message of Flowers!

It's getting a cover makeover and there will finally be a blog tour for it! YAY! I'm very excited about this!

New cover, paperbacks, and a tour :) It'll be so much fun!

That being said, if anyone would like to take part in the tour, please sign up HERE

Now for the last item on my list.

The introduction.

I know I've said that one of my next titles is Pucked... I know it's somewhere. But I also know I haven't talked about it much. So, that's what I'm going to do now!

Pucked is a Young Adult Contemporary. It'll be a stand alone, no series involved here. It's the story of a teenage girl who loves mud and four wheelers and a teenage boy who loves ice hockey.
I'm 1/3 of the way finished, but I'm so in love with this story, and I can't wait to share it with you all!

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That's all I have for now. Until next time, Keep Your Eye On The Puck! ;)

Savage Delight by Sara Wolf

This is book 2, to find info and my review of book 1 click HERE

Light meets dark. Secrets meet truth. 

It's been three years, twenty-five weeks, and five days since Isis Blake fell in love, and if she has it her way, it'll stretch into infinity.

After a run-in with her mom’s ex-boyfriend, she scrabbles to remember what she’s lost to amnesia. Her ex-nemesis Jack falls deeper into a pit of despair, and his girlfriend Sophia does all she can to keep him to herself. But as Isis’ memories return, she finds it harder and harder to resist what she felt for Jack, and Jack finds it impossible to stay away from the only girl who’s ever melted the ice around his heart.

As the dark secrets surrounding Sophia emerge, Isis realizes Jack isn’t who she thought he was. He’s dangerous. But when Isis starts receiving terrifying emails from an anonymous source, that danger might be the only thing protecting her from something far more threatening.

Her past.

***This book contains language and sexual scenes, some of which may be unsuitable for younger readers.

***This is the second book in the Lovely Vicious series.

Part 1

 3 Years
25 Weeks
5 Days

“Are you alright, sir?”
I look up at the voice. A bellboy smiles cheerily at me. He has no idea who I am, or what I’ve been through, yet he has the nerve to smile. It’s been nineteen days since Isis Blake forgot about me. And yet he has the nerve to ask if I’m alright.
I light another cigarette.
“Get out of my face.”
His expression falls, and he backs away. “S-Sure. Have a nice night.”
I scoff and lean against a pillar of the grand marble roundabout of the Hilton hotel. I watch ridiculously fancy black cars shuffle in and out, dropping off equally puffed-up old rich people. Bellboys and concierges scurry around, calling taxis and directing valets. Revolving glass doors with gold accents constantly whirr and hiss over the mindless chatter. Women shriek with laughter, men guffaw; all of them oblivious, happy idiots. I can see the truth in their clothes and posture – five of the men are cheating on their wives. Two of them with far younger women, one of them exclusively with prostitutes. He not-so-subtly taps the ass of a passing blonde in a peacoat. She hides her grimace with an actress’ grace. When she sees me, she clips over in her heels with a mildly happier smile.
“Jaden! Oh my god! It’s been forever!”
“Three months, Lily.” I correct.
“Three months, forever, same difference.” She laughs. Perfume wafts off her - the expensive, strong kind. The kind you buy when you have to cover up the pervasive smell of sex. 
“Finished with work?” I ask, and jerk my head at the man still watching her lecherously, his wife oblivious and clinging to his arm. Lily sighs.
“Yeah, for the night. I’m about to head back to my place. What about you?”
“Mayor’s daughter.” I motion to my tuxedo. “Winter ball.”
“Bet you were the hottest guy there.”
“It was a Catholic girls’ school.”
“And the hottest guy she’ll ever have.”
Lily is just a few years older than me, but she’s been in the Rose Club far longer. Lily isn’t her real name, just like Jaden isn’t mine. I don’t know her in real life, and she doesn’t know me. But sometimes we work in the same hotels, and she’s one of the few girls in the Rose Club who isn’t annoyingly bland. So we talk.
“Seriously.” Lily elbows me. “I’ve seen her. She looks like an inbred Pomeranian on her best days.”
“Now now,” I blow smoke into the sky. “Let’s not be nasty. She paid good money. And I respect and appreciate money.”
Lily watches my face carefully as she waits for a taxi to cycle past. She furrows her thin brows.
“What about your own prom?” She asks.
“What about it?”
“Are you going to that? Do you have a girlfriend? Or a date?”
I took Sophia to my Junior prom. But it’s not Sophia who pops into my head. An image of Isis grows strong, dressed up in some silk dress. Red? Or blue? Purple, probably, to match her hair. She’d dance and drink and start at least four fights. It would be awful. It would be hilarious. I smirk at the thought, but it quickly fades.
“No. I’m not going to the Senior one. It’s pointless – I’m graduating in five months, anyway. High school barely matters anymore.”
She plucks the cigarette from my lips and grinds it under her heel. “When did you start smoking?”
“When did you start seeing fit to mother me?” I snarl.
“It’s not good for you.”
“Neither is whoring.”
Lily glowers. “We both have our reasons for doing that. You don’t have a reason to smoke. Unless you want to die early and painfully.”
“And if I did, it would be none of your business.”
Lily looks wounded. She hails a passing cab, and pauses in its open door to look back at me.
“You’re one of us, Jaden,” She murmurs. “Society looks down on us. Customers objectify us. All we have is each other. So it is my business.” She pulls out her Rose Club card – white with pale gold stripes – and hands it to me. “If you ever need anything, or if you wanna talk, call me.”
She’s gone before I can throw it back at her - gone before the gaping chasm in my chest has the chance to begin to bleed. I shake it off. I’m Jack Hunter. No one makes me bleed.
Except one girl, at a party, nearly five months ago.
I light another cigarette to cover the stench of weakness emanating off me. The women at the hotel’s entrance are eyeing me. If I so much as flinch in their direction, they’ll accost me, flirting with tired tactics and worn eagerness. They are just as bad as the men. They covet things that look nice. And when they can’t have what they covet, they squabble; quickly turning on each other in sickening displays of predatory possessiveness.
I consider throwing Lily’s card in a nearby puddle. She has no idea what I’m going through. I have no idea what I’m going through. She can’t help me. Besides, her help is offered solely because she has designs on me. Even an idiot can see that much.
‘Not everything with a vagina likes you, dipshit!’
 I whirl around at the sound of the voice. It’s so clear, so perfectly loud and obnoxious that it has to be her. But no purple streaks bob out of the crowd to greet me. No warm brown eyes crinkle with a smirk.
I fall against the pillar again and laugh, putting my head in my hands as reality slips through my fingers. Get it together, Jack Hunter. You’re going to Harvard in seven months. Your mother is waiting for you to come home. Sophia is counting on you. Her surgery is imminent. You can’t go crazy. Belina needs your help. People are depending on you. You have a life to live, and no matter how much you wish on stars, no matter how much you bargain with God, or with the doctors, that life does not include Isis Blake any longer. You’re a stranger to her.
The hole she burned in the ice must be mended.
There is no warmth, anymore. You barely tasted it, barely felt it on your skin. It brushed against you for a single second. Something so small should not retain this much weight. It is illogical. You are illogical for letting it affect you so much.
There is no warmth, Jack Hunter. Not for the likes of you.
You have blood on your hands. You have duty, and guilt, and you can’t escape that. No one can help you escape.
Not even her.   
“Jaden!” A shrill voice makes me look up. Cynthia, the Mayor’s daughter, waves me over to the limo. Her dark hair is over-curled and looks ridiculous. Her pink dress is too tight and low cut. Her circle of simpering friends have dropped their purses off and re-touched their makeup, and now they’re on their way to an after-party. We’re on our way. I’m being paid to be one of them, after all.
I stub my cigarette out and put on my best smile.

Don't miss part 2 & 3 of Chapter 1 from SAVAGE DELIGHT!
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Sara Wolf is the author of ARRANGED, a college-aged romance series centered on an arranged marriage. She’s currently working on her next New Adult romance series. She’s addicted to the Vampire Diaries, loves chocolate and romantic angst, and can’t get enough of damaged heroes.