BLOG HOP: WINTER WARMERS GIVEAWAY

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Welcome to the Winter Warmers Giveaway Hop!

With the nights drawing in and a chill in the air, it’s the perfect time to celebrate curling up in the warm with a good romance novel.

This hop is run by Felicity Heaton and Indie Romance Books and will run from December 12th – 16th 2013. Visit each of the sites below for giveaways and opportunities to win.

This giveaway hop celebrates ALL ROMANCE BOOKS for adults (meaning no YA, but NA is fine) – whether they feature swaggering business tycoons, the bad boy next door, a romance fought and won in space, or voracious vampires and sexy shifters.

MY GIVEAWAY:

5.5"X8.5" Post Card TemplateI will be giving away ebook copies of Return of the Legacy, 5.5"X8.5" Post Card TemplateDragon Rider’s Gift and Things That Go Bump For the Holidays (a winter anthology) to two random commenters. Post the titles of two books that you are hoping to cuddle up with this winter! Winners will be contacted on Dec 17th, right after the hop ends.

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I have to admit that my favorite thing is to snuggle a book full magic, mayhem, and love. Here’s an teaser from my story, Return of the Legacy.

EXCERPT: Return of the Legacy (Portals of Destiny Book 1)

“Something’s coming.” Logan’s arm halted Bri. One hand gripped her wrist as he reached over his shoulder for the pommel of his sword. “Ever felt the drop in air pressure right before the lash of a huge storm?”

The stillness extended beyond the deadness of the air. The birds were silent. No rustling issued from the underbrush.

She glanced forward and back.

“In front.” His sword slid free without a sound. The blade reflected the moonlight’s silver.

For a second, she thought the edge of his weapon wavered in a blue rim of light from tip to guard. Logan shifted and it disappeared.

A loud thunderclap reverberated around them. She expected a burnt tree or roiling clouds. Instead, three figures, cloaked head to toe in black, erupted from a fiery hole of red—a heinous fissure in the night air.

The minions spread out and circled them, pinning them to a small stretch of the clearing.

“We can’t outrun them.” Bri twisted and removed her knife, eying the minion at their back. “Stay clear of their hands. Their bones and claws are infectious.”

“The weapons look deadly.”

“They are.”

The minion before her withdrew a moon-shaped sickle. The one she could see from the corner of her eye brandished a thin glowing rapier. The rapier moved closer to Logan. A brief slash stirred chills of cold past her face.

Back to back with Logan she turned, gauging which minion would strike the first blow.

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BLURB BLITZ: WHEN IT’S RIGHT by Jeanette Grey

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BLURB:

Still licking his wounds after a messy breakup, Nate is at loose ends for New Year’s Eve and itching for a wild and crazy adventure to jolt him out of his rut. Now if he could only convince his best friend, Cassie, to break away for an impromptu road trip to Times Square.

Fun as it sounds, Cassie is reluctant to accept Nate’s invitation. Little does he know, she’s made resolutions of her own—resolutions about finally getting over her long-standing crush on him. Telling herself this trip will be the perfect “last hurrah”, she packs her bag.

The trip is a fiasco from the outset. A car that won’t start, a freak storm that strands them on the side of the road, and a long drive with too much time for true confessions. Cassie’s rocks Nate to the core, leaving him wondering if the best thing that ever happened to him has been right in front of him all along.

Warning: Contains two best friends, a secret crush, and a road trip that leads to tow trucks, unexpected hotel-room sharing, epiphanies, sex, and more.

Excerpt:

“When I first met you, I thought… I used to think you were hot. Really, really hot.”

Nate’s breath caught, and his quiet, “Oh?” sounded choked, even to him.

“Yeah. I even…you probably could have called it a crush.”

Jesus Christ. Their whole friendship twisted and changed before his eyes. “You never said anything.”

She laughed low in her throat. “Can you blame me? With all those girls throwing themselves at you…”

She was right. She usually was. Part of what had drawn him to her off the bat was that she hadn’t flirted, hadn’t flattered him or tried to get him to go home with her. Instead, she’d just talked to him. Gotten to know him, and he had gotten to know her, free from the pressures of attraction.

Not that he hadn’t felt it for her, too. In his own way.

“I always thought you were cute,” he admitted.

“Cute?” She said it like it was an insult.

“Hot, but in a different way.”

“If that’s your way of saying I have ‘a great personality’…”

“But you do!” He stopped himself. Made himself take a deep breath and think. “I mean, I know that’s a code word for ugly, but it’s not. You’re attractive because you don’t try. Because you’re just yourself, and it makes you hotter.” The words were falling out of him entirely too quickly, truths he rarely even spoke to himself meeting the air. “You’re smart and fun and nice. And yeah, you’re gorgeous, but that’s not the point. You act like just one of the guys, but you’re not. You’re you.”

He didn’t know how else to say it. And now that he was letting himself think like that, he couldn’t turn it off.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

author_JeanetteGrey1024Jeanette Grey started out with degrees in physics and painting, which she dutifully applied to stunted careers in teaching, technical support, and advertising. When none of that panned out, she started writing. In her spare time, Jeanette enjoys making pottery, playing board games, and spending time with her husband and her pet frog. She lives, loves, and writes in upstate New York.

Website:  http://jeanettegrey.com/

Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/jeanettelgrey

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/jeanettelgrey

Blog: http://www.badgirlzwrite.com

GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18293472-when-it-s-right

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BOOK TOUR: GHOST LOVER by Liza O’Connor

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Liza will be awarding a digital copy of “Worst Week Ever” to a randomly drawn commenter at every stop, and a grand prize of one $50 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn commenter during this tour and her Virtual Book Tour. Use the Rafflecopter below for your entry!!

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Two sexy English brothers. One irresistible ghost. Who would you choose as your lover?

Completely broke and with a criminal record to boot, Senna Smith is one day from eviction from her apartment when Brendon, her promiscuous roommate from London, suggests she go to England, marry him, and manage his fortune. With few other options, she agrees to an open marriage. But she’ll never, ever, have sex with him, knowing if she falls in love with him, he’ll break her heart.

As trustee of Brendon’s family fortune, there is no way Brendon’s older brother, Garrison Durran, is going to let him marry a self-professed American gold-digger. As Senna tries to embrace castle life and English society for Brendon’s sake, Gar discovers Senna is the perfect woman for him–beautiful and intelligent, kind and caring. Now, if she wasn’t already engaged to his brother…

The ancestral ghost of Durran Castle has to intervene if the Durran brothers have any chance of an heir. He can’t leave them to fix matters on their own. They are useless buggers when it comes to love. As counselor to Gar, matchmaker for Brendon, and lover to Senna, a ghost’s work is never done.

CONTENT WARNING: Allergy warning: Ghost cat in book.

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EXCERPT:

Senna woke to her breast beeping. Trying to make sense of the oddity, she pushed herself up to rest on her elbows and discovered the noise came from Brendon’s wristwatch. Somehow, his hand had found its way beneath her bra during the night, and now chirped like a baby chick.

 She contemplated tearing his hand off at the wrist, but he looked so angelic with his curly dark hair framing his handsome face. With a heavy sigh, she unlatched her bra and eased his hand out, then gently shook him until his face scrunched into a pained grimace.

He groaned and frowned at his noisy watch. “This is a god-awful hour to be woken up,” he said in his sexy British accent. “Never bothers me when I’m coming home at this hour.”

Senna rolled her eyes. “Speak for yourself.”

Pushing himself up, he shook his head. “Remember the second night I came around? You kept yelling at me, ‘Did I realize it was four in the morning?’ At the time, I couldn’t understand your fuss.” He groaned and scratched his scalp. “Well, I certainly understand it now. It’s bloody hell to be woken at this ungodly hour.”

GUEST POST:  Senna’s Firsts

Senna’s firsts:

If nothing else, Senna Smith does seem to experience a great deal of firsts in her life. Being raised in an orphanage, life was pretty much regulated and a repeat of the day before.

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Her ‘first time’ is with one of her professors, but not until he proposes and gives her a ring.

Her first time to destroy a valuable Grecian vase was the day she discovered her ‘fiance’ was already married with two kids.

This was quickly followed with her first expulsion from school, her first arrest and her first and hopefully only conviction for Attempted Manslaughter.

She soon learned the difficulty of getting a decent job those with a criminal record. That was an eye opener for her.

Brendon was the first person who broke a window in her apartment and crawled inside, then kept doing so until she gave up and provided him a key to the door.

GL_Brendon pic with goateeBrendon was also the first person to steal $400 from her bank account, causing her first check to bounce.

Unfortunately, it was her rent check, which resulted in her very first eviction.

For the first time in her life, someone else offers to rescue her from her troubles. Unfortunately, it’s her unwanted, bank card stealing roommate, Brendon.

His offer is a first as well: If Senna will go to England and marry him, she can take control of his trust fund containing a half million dollars.

Sounding slightly better than dying homeless on the streets of New York, Senna agrees, with one condition. She will never, ever, ever, seriously, not ever have sex with him. Their marriage will be platonic. He may have a go with every other female in the world, just not her. To her surprise, he cheerfully accepts her condition.

This is the first time she has ever put her life in the hands of such an unreliable fellow and it scares her senseless. She only prays the half million is real and not just a ploy to get her to sell all her cheap dreary furniture, which Brendon claims was dragging her down.

For the first time in her life, Senna flies in a plane…first class. Unfortunately, the ‘waitress’ only wants to serve Brendon. Lots of antics ensue, resulting in yet another first: her accidental consumption of vodka.

GL_Gar 2nd try smallThus, she arrives in England, slightly drunk and very angry at Gar, Brendon’s older brother, who had tormented and betrayed Brendon from the moment of his birth.

GL_Lassier n Senna 2 small red n dkr lassier shortendHer firsts continue when she arrives at the castle and meets her first ghost cat, Mr. Finch and her first ghost, a very seductive ancestor of Gar and Brendon’s named Renoir Lassier.

I’ll stop there, but trust me, she still has more firsts to go including making love to a Ghost Lover.

 

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Author Pic_Liza OconorLiza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog, Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.

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BOOK TOUR & GUEST POST: CASSIE SCOT MYSTERY SERIES by Christine Amsden

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Book One

Cassie Scot: Paranormal Detective

Cassie Scot is the ungifted daughter of powerful sorcerers, born between worlds but belonging to neither. At 21, all she wants is to find a place for herself, but earning a living as a private investigator in the shadow of her family’s reputation isn’t easy. When she is pulled into a paranormal investigation, and tempted by a powerful and handsome sorcerer, she will have to decide where she truly belongs.

 

Excerpt:

At random, I picked up a bottle of perfume from the top shelf and read: “Induces powerful lust. Spray on your intended and make sure you are the first person they see. Lasts about an hour.”

The thing you have to understand about any magic is that there are good ways to use it, and bad ways to use it. The concept of black magic is a hotly debated topic among sorcerers. Even death, in self defense, is a shade of gray. As I stood there, reading the functions of the various love potions, I thought of all the innocent and harmful ways they could be used. A couple in a committed relationship might have a lot of fun with a spray of lust. On the other hand, using it on an unwilling victim…

I shuddered as I replaced the bottle and accidentally knocked one of the neighboring bottles of perfume to the ground. It shattered, splashing perfume all over my open-toed sandals.

“Crap.”

“What happened?” Evan asked, his voice hard and alert. I could hear him moving closer.

“Stop! I don’t want to see you right now.”

“Which potion was that?” Evan asked, still in that hard-edged voice of command.

I pointed to the row of similar bottles on the top shelf. “Lust.”

One of the little bottles floated away from the shelf, but I did not turn around to see what Evan was doing with it. Instead, I started looking through my purse for a pack of tissues to clean the mess off my feet.

“Cassie, I have some bad news for you.”

“Worse, you mean?”

“This potion doesn’t take affect until you actually look at someone. Your hour starts then.”

 

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Book Two

Secrets and Lies

Cassie Scot, still stinging from her parents’ betrayal, wants out of the magical world. But it isn’t letting her go. Her family is falling apart and despite everything, it looks like she may be the only one who can save them.

To complicate matters, Cassie owes Evan her life, making it difficult for her to deny him anything he really wants. And he wants her. Sparks fly when they team up to find two girls missing from summer camp, but long-buried secrets may ruin their hopes for happiness.

Excerpt:

The door opened with a jingle, and something in the air told me my day had just gone from bad to worse.

“Edward,” Victor said, as if greeting an old friend.

I faced my former father for the first time since he had announced his intention to disown me. He looked just as he always had, with straight dark hair, brown eyes, a long, angular face, and a wide, curving mouth – curving downward into a frown, that is.

If Victor was the last person I had expected to see in the diner that morning, then my former father was the last person I wanted to see. Even now, with Victor explaining my part in his unusual scheme for revenge, I didn’t want my former father nearby. I didn’t want his help. I only hoped Nicolas and Juliana hadn’t broken their promise and told him about the life debt, or I would never hear the end of it.

The air crackled with visible tension. Sparks of shimmering red fire danced around my father’s head. Behind the counter, Mrs. Meyers twisted her hands together anxiously, as if afraid her diner might burn down. Her fears were not unjustified.

I stepped boldly between them, facing my father. “What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk,” he said.

“I have nothing to say to you. You disowned me, remember?”

The color seemed to drain from his face as he stared past me, at his oldest enemy.

Victor raised his water glass in a mock toast. “I’ve known for some time. If it makes you feel any worse, so does everyone else in town who hasn’t been asleep for a week. Or at least, they guess.”

“I don’t care what you think you know. Stay away from my daughter.” With that, he grabbed my arm with a hand hot enough to leave a reddened imprint on my skin, and dragged me through the kitchen to the employee room at the back. Only then did he release my injured forearm.

GUEST POST:  Character creation

If you look around it won’t take you long to find any number of character generation tools. Some of them even ask astute questions that go beyond hair color, such as personal history, religious preference, and important relationships. But I don’t think strong characters come from a fill-in-the-blank form.

Making a character is a little like making a friend – if you got to decide exactly how your new friend would answer the questions you ask. You start slowly. You have something in common, something that draws the character into the story. When you first meet a new friend the only thing you may have in common is children of about the same age playing on the playground. Likewise, when your character first enters the story you may know only that you need a sleuth.

So what do you do? You ask questions! You get to know your friend/character a bit more with each new question until you start to sense a connection that grows beyond the superficial.

That’s when I sit down and write first person journals. It doesn’t matter if I’m writing a first person book or not, but I pretend to be a character for a few minutes and write. What’s important to me? What is the first thing I think to say?

Somewhere in the journals, if you let yourself go, if you let yourself become the character for a few minutes, you’ll find more than rote facts and answers to questions. You’ll find attitude and personality – the heart and soul of a character that betas off the page.

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Award-winning author Christine Amsden has written stories since she was eight, always with a touch of the strange or unusual. She became a “serious” writer in 2003, after attending a boot camp with Orson Scott Card. She finished Touch of Fate shortly afterward, then penned The Immortality Virus, which won two awards. Expect many more titles by this up-and-coming author.

Website: http://christineamsden.com/wordpress/

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