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Friday, February 12, 2016

Contests and giveaways for Valentine's and beyond...

There are so many wonderful contests going on...and I don't want to even know how many FB parties I am missing out on, lol.

Night Owl Reviews has a "Love is in the Air" Booklover Contest at this link and other contests at this link.

The Romance Reviews has the Mega Anniversary and Valentine's Party at this link

Romance Books 4 Us has a February Hearts contest at this link

TRS has a Valentine's Party at this link

The Smitten Word Valentine's Day Giveaway is at this link

Coffee Time Romance has contests at this link
 and at this link

Harlequin Junkie has tons of giveaways throughout the week, start at this link

The page loads oddly for me, but there is a 4th Anniversary Celebration (congrats to them!) for The Reading Cafe at this link

Multi-Author Valentine #Giveaway $150 Cash GP 40+ #Authors 90+ Prizes & Chances to win Books, Jewelry, Gift Cards & More! FREE entry #ASMSG #IARTG at this link

There are so many blog hops around, please feel free to add those you find in the comments...

and I hope that you have a wonderful Valentine's Day, whether your sweetie is two-footed or four-footed (shifter or not, lol)!

Thursday, February 11, 2016

2 Broads Abroad: Moms Fly the Coop by Deborah Serra and Nancy Serra Greene (guest post, excerpt and GIVEAWAY) GFT

I am happy to have a guest post from author Deborah Serra, who shares her method of...


By Deborah Serra

I am a big believer in a disciplined work schedule. That is something I share with Nancy, my sister and co-author of 2 Broads Abroad: Moms Fly The Coop. When it comes to work -- our schedules are immutable. It’s a fundamental necessity if you’re a hands-on mom trying to juggle work, kids, a dog, a house, and a husband – not in that order (sorry, honey). We wanted to give 100% to each thing, which I’ve been told is mathematically impossible, but only made it a more appealing challenge (since those math-folks are always so sure of themselves).

For me now, with my three kids in college, I have more flexibility, but I still follow this same routine – perhaps because it works, or perhaps because I’m just stubborn. My husband is a morning person, you know the people who pop out of bed at some early ugly hour with a big smile on their face, and all you want to do is slap them? I wake up unsure what country I’m in. This blurry state is my best writing time – go figure. I go directly from sleep to computer and words on the page, sometimes without leaving the bed. It is so easy for me to sink into a story when I’m just barely conscious and before my mind is battered by all the exigencies of the new day, and before it begins making those lists in the background. As the day wears on, and interruptions (more commonly known as life) begin to chip away at my concentration, I always look back, grateful I began the day by writing early.

I usually work, which means: write pages, research those pages, or stare into space blankly wishing for pages, for about six hours, five days a week. With this schedule, I was able to be a full-time writer and a full-time mother concurrently -- a modern day miracle.

I think time management is the most important skill a writer must master. Once writers are sure of where and when they work best, then it really is all about discipline. It means having to tell confused friends and persistent school teachers over-and-over “I’m working ” – since they don’t get it, thinking because you’re home you must be available. Everyone else must be told regularly that while, yes, you’re home, and you are indeed available at a second’s notice to any of your children, you are not available to them. I cannot even fathom how many times I have said “No, I can’t (fill in the blank) I am working then.” Of course, they find out I’m a writer and they become even more dubious. Evidently, we are an untrustworthy lot.

So, even now with my kids gone, my writing days are disciplined and regular. My schedule remains fairly unaltered: start work immediately, drink copious amounts of coffee, work straight through to around 2:00 p.m. and then go do the rest of life.

Writing 2 Broads Abroad: Moms Fly The Coop was a different experience because I co-authored with my sister. It was so enjoyable to talk out story lines with her, to relive cherished memories, to make decisions on which elements worked, and which reminiscences were entertaining enough to include. Writing together with someone who shared my history, my goals, and my genes was a delight. I still tried to keep to my schedule, but there were days when Nancy had the pages and while waiting for Nancy’s input I could allow myself to daydream a little. I dearly love to daydream.


by Deborah Serra and Nancy Serra Greene


GENRE: Nonfiction, Motherhood, Travel Memoir



When sisters, Deborah & Nancy, discovered that motherhood was a temp job they decided to run away from home. After packing up that last kid for college, and facing the sad stillness of their suddenly quiet homes, they decided to leave the country. 2 BROADS ABROAD: MOMS FLY THE COOP is a funny, irreverent, occasionally poignant travel tale of their impulsive road trip around Ireland.

In this witty warm-hearted adventure, they experienced some of Ireland’s quirkier history while sharing universally relatable stories of maniacal school coaches, neurotic neighbors, and tiger moms. Having kicked that empty nest into their rearview mirror, the sisters took off careening down the wrong side of the road, making questionable choices, getting trapped in a medieval tower, sneaking Chinese take-out into a famous cooking school, drinking way too much, and gaining a changed perspective on their lives ahead.



When we thought about the phases of our lives at each juncture of change: our own departure from home, our first real job, our marriages, the birth of our children, all of the big phases of change held out something new for us.  This change was shaping up very differently.  This change was loss – complete dissolution of the fundamental family structure forever and that was all.  We had to plan.  We needed to be proactive.  The alternative was to be left standing frozen in time, in a life that had moved on without us, and to become observers and visitors in our kids' lives. Not acceptable. So, we set our imaginations loose.

We considered our location. Now that we knew we were leaving – where could we go? 

“Angkor Wat,”  I said.

“Wat what?” Nancy asked.

“It’s the largest temple in the world, built in 1125.”

“Where is it?”


“Uh, huh. Deborah, I was thinking more along the lines of a bucolic vineyard in Tuscany.  You know, stroll along the hills, sample the fruit of the vine, nectar of the gods?”

“Oh.  Okay, how would you feel about a camel trek in Morocco?”

“Probably sore, smelly, and hot.  And I understand camels are mean and they spit.  They spit, Deborah. What about a civilized boat ride down the Rhine River in Germany?  They have castles and I know how you like castles.”

“I do like castles, but don’t you think we should go more exotic?”

“This is our first trip together.  I’d like to steer clear of nations at war, places we’d need to wear a burka, or can’t speak the language, or ride on an angry animal.  Surely we can agree on somewhere.”

“I’ve always wanted to see where grandma’s family came from.”

“Me, too!”

“With a little research and a rental car we can see the entire island in a couple of weeks.”

“Perfect. Ireland it is!”

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Deborah Serra has been a sought-after screenwriter for twenty-five years having written for NBC, CBS, Sony, Lifetime, Fox, and others. She was a recipient of the 2012 Hawthornden Literary Fellowship. Her first novel was a semi-finalist for the William Faulkner-William Wisdom Creative Writing Award given by the Faulkner Society in New Orleans, LA.

Nancy is a graduate of San Diego State University. She worked in medical sales before stepping away to raise her two children, at which point she became: Team Mom, Snack Mom, PTA member, Assistance League Volunteer, and the list is never-ending. Nancy was the editor and publisher of the Buffalo Hills Echo newsletter with a circulation of 1400. She also designed and managed her community website.



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Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Solace by Gini Rifkin (Spotlight, excerpt and GIVEAWAY) BTGP ADULT title

Fae Warriors Book 1
Gini Rifkin
ADULT title

Sexy Sci/Fi Fantasy Romance
The Wild Rose Press/248 pages

Can a six-foot-tall female Fae Warrior from another realm, and a hunky ready for action ex-Army Ranger save the earth from invasion?  


Solace Goodeve, one of Mother Nature’s favorite Fae Warriors, is assigned to Earth to help save the planet. Reptile invaders, disguising themselves as humans, are waging a takeover—and Mother is mad enough to eat asteroids. Solace is ready to prove herself as a warrior, but having a human for a partner is not in her battle plan—even if the man is rugged, ripped, and ready for action.

Army Ranger, Tanner Jackson, has seen his share of black op missions. The last one took a toll on both body and soul. Tanner isn’t looking for love, even though his new partner is six-foot-tall and drop dead gorgeous. However, after Solace shows him a new meaning to working undercover, he may have to reconsider that possibility.

As the Reps plan to sabotage NOAA, Tanner and Solace must learn to trust one another. But as they're trying to save the world, Solace and Tanner might just lose their hearts—and that takes the most courage of all.

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   There must be some mistake. The man striding toward her couldn’t be Tanner Jackson. Dressed in a black t-shirt, camo cargo pants, and rugged lace up boots, he looked ready for a special ops mission, not a day of wrestling with figures and scientific data. Tall and well-muscled, he appeared rock solid, like he belonged in the age of Athena. In fact, he seemed so overwhelmingly masculine, she worried he might not be human. That gave her pause. Had the Reps already established a man on the inside?  

    Other than Reps, she had nothing against alternate species, including humans. She just liked to know for sure with whom or what she was dealing. Double standard of course, as she had no intentions of letting this man know her Fae status.

   His dark brown hair, curiously well beyond regulation length, curled past the nape of his neck, and even darker brown eyes studied her as he drew near. He halted before her, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his stance slightly spread to give maximum stability.  Without a word, he reached for the I.D. dangling from the strap around her neck.

  “I had hoped for a tour of the facility,” she said, snatching the card from his hand.

   His commanding presence made her feel out of control, not an acceptable condition unless she

happened to be in his bed. Oh for crying Cassiopeia, this was not the time for randy thoughts and daydreams. Right now she needed her wits about her. She clamped her lips together and returned his unyielding stare, all the while wondering what secrets he knew as she fought the urge to become lost in the dark depths of his eyes.

   “I’m afraid your request is out of the question,” he said, snapping her back to reality. “We’re on level six lockdown. Any higher and our interview would have been cancelled, a true shame as I would have been very sorry to disappoint you.”

   She doubted he could disappoint a woman in any capacity. “Why the high security?” she asked, following as he turned and headed for the door he’d come through. “Let’s start the interview with that question.”

   He gave a little snort of amusement and escorted her to a comfortable room housing a table, plush chairs, a small fridge and a coffee machine. Not waiting for her, he took to a chair and scrubbed a hand across his face. Only now did she notice the shadowy smudges beneath his eyes. He looked like he needed a good night’s sleep. Again her mind strayed to a vivid image of him in bed. It hadn’t taken long for her to disregard her vow to swear-off Earth men. Cursing her racing hormones, she took the chair across from him and pulled out her hand-held to record their conversation.

    “No taping,” he said.


    “Some areas have voice activated security checkpoints.”

    With a huff she reached for the recording device intending click it on as she shoved it back inside her purse. He grabbed her wrist and stopped her cold then calmly relieved her of the little contraption, removed the back panel, and flipped out the rechargeable battery. With a knowing look, he deposited the pieces back into her hand.

    Calling up her best expression of sarcastic disdain, she dumped everything inside her purse and dug around for a pen and paper. The back of her grocery list would have to do.

    He still hadn’t answered her first question, but by now she couldn’t remember what it had been so she tried another. “Maybe you could tell me more of what you do here.” She had a basic idea but was curious to see what he would reveal.

    “How about some coffee?” he asked, rising and heading toward the coffee maker. Again he avoided answering her question. This was going to be a fascinating interview.

    “I’d prefer tea,” she said, just to be obstinate.

     Not missing a beat, he accommodated the request. For a big man he moved easily, just short of graceful, as he went about the mundane chore. How could he stand to work in an office capacity, cruelly forcing his gorgeous body to sit in a chair behind a computer day after day? He looked like he should be on the frontlines saving the world from the disaster she feared they were

heading for.

   “Straight up or fancy?” he asked.

   “Straight up is fine.” It didn’t really matter as she hated tea and had no intentions of drinking it.

    He set the cup before her along with a little plate of cookies. How sweet, now she felt guilty about requesting the tea. After resuming his seat, tasting his coffee, and eating a cookie in two bites, he stared at her like a hopeful child waiting for her to do the same. Left with little choice, she took a nibble of cookie and braved a sip of tea.

About the Author:

Greetings...I live in beautiful Colorado with my chaotic herd of abandoned farm animals. My friends and family keep me sane, and writing keeps me hungry to learn new things even as I research times gone by. 
When you open a book and turn the pages, you breathe life into the characters and set them free. My stories are adventurous romance, past, present, and into the future, sometimes with a bit of magic or fantasy, but always with a happy ending.

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If I don't see you in the future, I'll see you in the pasture (or the hat store).



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Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Debt by Rachel Dunning (spotlight) New Adult title

99c Pre-Order Sale
Over 400 Pages
Standalone Novel
New-Adult Romance / Sports Romance

By Rachel Dunning

Expected Release Date:
March 2016

What’s it about?

The Debt Collector

I pay my debts, and I expect others to.
I was raised in the slums of London, I knew nothing of privilege. My father was murdered when I was seventeen. Morty figured my father's passing meant I would automatically take on dad's debts. I refused.
And I paid for that refusal.
So did my sister.
So now I fight. All I know how to do is fight. The best cash is in the states, so that's where I am now. A big fish called Vito came along offering me a "favor" when I arrived.
Another debt.
I paid for that one too.
I knew Kyla Hensley would be trouble when I met her. But I wanted her. I could see through the falsehood of her wannabe-slutty clothes and her sexy legs. So I chased her.
Besides, trouble is my middle name. 

Kyla Hensley

I was brought up in privilege, but I lacked everything else. My father is a business tycoon who buys and sells and doesn't care who gets rolled over in the process.
I never knew my mother, and all I have of her is a photo with a note scrawled on the back in French saying "I'm sorry." The only Female Figure I had growing up is my dad's wife who is a bleach blond with seven boob jobs. We never bonded.
I drink. I party. I meet guys.
But I wasn't always like that.
I've had a string of lovers in the last few years, the worst and most recent of which was Vince Somerset. My best friend Vera was dating a guy called Rory Cansoom who is the opposite of Vince in so many ways, and yet so the same.
She and I hit the road for the summer, getting away from the two college psychos and just trying to have some fun.
But there's a funny thing about trouble, the more you run from it, the more it finds you.
Which is when I met the Debt Collector.
It was only supposed to be sex. He made that clear. I made that clear.
That's all it was supposed to be.
I never expected to fall in love. I never expected to fall so deeply, madly, uncomfortably in love with a man who is wrong, so wrong for me.
And unbelievably right.

Content Warning

Not intended for readers under the age of seventeen.

New-Adult Romance
Sports Romance



I push my head back against the wall, not sure what’s coming, but not fighting it either.
“Who are you?” he repeats.
“I...I don’t know what you mean.”
“I see you at a bar in Texas, then I look for you all over Nashville. And suddenly you’re at my side in a hospital, following me into this warehouse. Who are you?”
“I didn’t follow you into the warehouse. You needed to pick up your truck, and you were stumbling.”
“So I wanted to make sure you were OK.”
And I want you to take my clothes off and I want us to live happily ever after. “That’s it.”
Logan grins, a deadly look for him with his dimples. “Don’t do that,” I say.
“Why not?”
Because you’re beautiful. “Just don’t.”

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About Rachel
Rachel Dunning hit the scene in August 2013 and is the author of the highly praised Naive Mistakes Series, Truthful Lies Trilogy, Johnny Series and the paranormal romance series, Mind Games.
A prolific writer, she sticks to stories where Alpha Males aren’t pricks and where women have guts.
She’s lived on two different continents, speaks three different languages, and met the love of her life on the internet. In other words, romance is in her blood.

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