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Fall has arrived, and the Roses are falling all over themselves with ideas! Our November Fall topics are: Fall into Winter, Fall Overboard, Fall from Grace, Fall into Wrong Hands..

Friday, November 21, 2014

Not Fall, but winter weddings by Barbara Edwards


My new release, Late for the Wedding, part of the Twelve Brides of Christmas Series from The Wild Rose Press is a Christmas tale to be released November 24, 2014.
After my novella, Gift of the Magi, was a best seller in Amazon's Holiday Romances last Christmas, I was asked to contribute to this series. The basic idea was to use two turtledoves from the Christmas carol. I thought it would be easy but a romance, turtledoves, a wedding as topics took awhile to combine into a story I think you'll enjoy.

I've added the two links to pre-order Late for the Wedding.

Late for the Wedding (Twelve Brides of Christmas Book 2) by Barbara Edwards


Late for the Wedding by Barbara Edwards
Blurb: Heather Green will do anything to make her twin’s wedding perfect. Despite an impending nor’easter, she sets out with the wedding dress, cake, favors and cake topper in her car. As the snow piles up, her car is wrecked and she barely misses injury in a major accident.Nicholas Burnes would rather be ensconced with his latest cuddle than drive a tow truck, but his brother needs his help. He reluctantly agrees to help Heather find a way to the wedding locale, but when the storm closes the roads, he ends up offering her shelter in his penthouse.Warm and rested at last, Nick and Heather explore their powerful attraction to each other, only to part when he delivers her, on time, to her sister’s wedding. But weddings breed weddings…
Excerpt:
She strained to see past the broken windshield. Her throat hurt when she swallowed. Other vehicles lay tangled in a mess, not just the truck and her car. She prayed another car wouldn’t hit her again and inhaled to calm her racing pulse. She finally got the seatbelt lock to release, forced her door open and stood. Her knees shook and she had to hang onto the sagging door for support. She stared around. Headlights glittered like monster eyes. Her vehicle was at the edge of a horrendous multi-car pile-up.
Sirens wailed like lost children. Blinding red and blue lights flashed everywhere as emergency personnel rushed by. Her hands shook as she dragged on her cashmere coat. Time squeezed and expanded like an accordion being played. A fireman asked if she was okay and ran on at her nod.
She brushed moisture from her face and realized she was crying. She pillowed her head on her arm, the roof supporting her as she wept.
“Hey, lady, you okay?” A gentle hand gripped her shoulder.
This time the questioner stopped to listen.
She looked up into scorching blue eyes so bright they could have been a propane flame.  Her skin warmed and her pulse leaped as if it recognized the message in them. They promised heat and comfort and strength like the hand on her shoulder.  He’d pulled his knit hat down over his forehead and his lower face was covered with dark stubble that matched his thick black eyelashes. His hands were splotched with grease and he smelled like oil and fuel fumes. His quilted jacket was stained and patched, his boots wet and cracked, but he exuded strength and caring.
She swallowed. Her mouth was suddenly dry. Another fixer-upper, like her ex, she briefly thought, although with those gorgeous eyes he might be worth the trouble.

 I’m Barbara Edwards and a native New Englander. I’m a graduate of the University of Hartford with a Master’s degree in Public Administration. I write poetry for myself and novels when I need to tell a longer tale. I’m fascinated by the past so naturally turned to writing historical romance. The dark paranormal stories evolve from nightmares. The romance comes from my belief in people’s basic goodness and longing for love. 
  I lived in Florida for several years and am past president of the Central Florida Romance Writers and a member of Romance Writers of America.
When I returned to Connecticut, I founded the Charter Oak Romance Writers, a Chapter of Romance Writers of America, along with several close friends
My husband is a retired Police Sergeant. We share an interest Civil War re-enacting and travel the Eastern states to participate in events. I love visiting museums, galleries and battle sites, gathering information for my stories.
I taught Romance Writing at Manchester Community college for three years.
I’m fond of gardening and growing antique roses with limited success. 
Most of my exercise is when my Belgian Shepherd, Dixie, demands a walk. 

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Thursday, November 20, 2014

Fall, Stress, and Writing Variety

Laura Breck



This morning was one of those days! Hubby was scheduled for a minor outpatient surgery at – believe it or not – 6 AM! The alarm clock buzzed at five, I looked out the window to see a brand new inch of snow coating the ice-packed roads. Yay! 

It’s amazing how fast people drive at 5:35 in the morning, in the dark, on powder-glazed skating-rink streets. I, of course, am the poky person in their way, but I can brag that I’ve had only one crash in my entire life, and that was decades ago.

The surgery center waiting room held a variety of people, which kept my interest during the two-hour wait while hubby was in the OR. A German couple, two burka-clad women, a lovely Korean couple, and a second-generation, elderly Italian man who made me laugh when he tried to tell his wife how to organize her purse. She slapped his hand away, which made me laugh even more.

I love writing multicultural books, exploring the diversity of our world. As a full-time writer, I realize I don’t get out enough. I don’t mingle with people who would be great inspiration for my stories. And that has to change…but not until these darn streets are cleared off! LOL

FALL - October 17

WINTER - November 11


Happy Fall/Winter!
Laura
~Smart Women ~Sexy Men ~Seductive Romance
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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Soooo Ready to Fall Into Winter by Alicia Dean


Yes, I love winter. I know, I know, people think I’m crazy, and perhaps they’re correct. (For many reasons, not just because I love winter :)) I love the cold and the snow. One of my favorite things is to be snowed in, as long as I have power, food, and wine (not necessarily in that order).

I don’t like it when my kids are out on the roads. I worry about them, and I don’t like it when people are harmed or lose power. However, sometimes, snow storms are unfairly given a bad rap. For example, this morning, I signed onto my computer (that’s the only way I get the news. I never watch it on tv or read a paper anymore) to see this headline:

Death Toll Climbs in Massive New York Snowstorm

As it turns out, this headline was a bit misleading. When I looked at the article, I discovered the death toll was 4. (That’s not so much of a climb as it is a tiny step). And, one died from an accident (accidents happen even in the best of weather). Three died from heart attacks while shoveling snow. Not to minimize the sadness of those deaths, but you ask me, to blame the ‘climbing death toll’ on the weather is stretching it just a little.

I live in Oklahoma, where we seldom get really ‘bad’ snowstorms, at least not more than one a season or so. Maybe I would change my mind if I lived in Buffalo, New York or Minnesota, Wisconsin, some of those places that really get hit with winter weather. Honestly, I don’t think I would. I really hate summer, hate sunlight and hot weather. I think I should have been a vampire.

Speaking of vampires, it’s kind of ironic that, as much as I love cold weather, when I finally wrote a vampire book, I set it on a tropical island. I was looking for a unique twist on the vampire stories, and I thought, vampires on a sunny, beautiful tropical island is definitely different.


Book 1 in my Isle of Fang Series, Liberty Awakened, is currently on sale for 99¢…(click on the cover to be taken to the Amazon page)


Liberty Delacort doesn't believe in Vampires. Then she meets the father she never knew, just before his death, and learns she's the last of the Van Helsing bloodline. 

Eli, a 300 year old Vampire, doesn't believe Liberty has what it takes to stand between the humans and the Evil Ones on Sang Croc Island, and orders her back to the mainland. 

Ryan, a friend of Liberty's late-father, disagrees and insists that Eli provide the promised training. 

Now the Full Moon has come and Liberty must stand in the gap. But unbeknownst to her--she's fallen for the wrong vampire. 

REVIEWS: 
"An adventure where vampires rule. Liberty is delightful [and] we get a hero and anti-hero. It's tough to choose between the two." ~ Reads and Reviews 

THE ISLE OF FANGS SERIES, in order 

Liberty Awakened 
Liberty Divided 

Snippet:

Liberty braced her hands on the door, intending to step back. Before she could, Eli lifted his head and whipped it toward her. He couldn’t have heard her, could he? She’d barely made a sound. Maybe he just sensed—

Her thoughts ceased when she took a closer look at Eli’s face. He stood in place, breathing heavily. She narrowed her eyes. God. No.  His features were somehow distorted, his skin had a gray cast and looked…crumpled. His eyes glowed red. Something dark and liquid—blood?—was smeared around his mouth, dripped off his…fangs?  

“No!” She let out the cry before she could stop herself, then clamped a hand over her mouth.
Backing from the door, she shook her head violently from side to side. It couldn’t be. No way. She had to have imagined it.  A sound at the door told her Eli was coming out.

She turned and fled. Her tennis shoes slapped the ground, the noise reverberating in her ears along with the word—vampirevampirevampire. Oh my God. Vampire… Bats… Drained

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Fall into the Spirit of Crazy! by Jannine Gallant

It's almost that time of year. We're all falling gradually into winter. Thanksgiving will be here before you know it, and as soon as the turkey leftovers are eaten, I lose all my marbles and start decorating for Christmas. I know, I know. Most people share my insanity. Right? But does everyone spend two solid days decorating--not counting the tree, which comes later since I refuse to go fake?


I, Jannine Gallant, am a Christmas Village junkie. (Hangs head in shame.)


It isn't just the houses, which wouldn't be so bad. It's the fake snow and all the little figures that give each scene such a festive touch. Then there are the lights. Extension cords and light strings are hidden behind the displays in a diabolical arrangement that should require an electrician. I just keep my fingers crossed and hope I don't short-circuit the house...or the neighborhood...with my addiction.


I wasn't always this way. My mother-in-law, a lovely woman who adored Christmas, started me on the path to over-decorating. She had well over a hundred of those gorgeous Christmas Village houses. Her home was covered in them through the holidays, and she left them up until Easter. Then, after her four Children married and had kids, she began pawning them off on us...a few at a time. Manageable. When she passed away, the remaining dozens of houses were divvied up.


Are my husband's siblings compelled to put them all out every year? Uh, no. I'm the only crazy in the family it seems. My daughters roll their eyes. My dog gets mad because I won't let anyone throw balls in the house for the month and a half the Christmas houses reign supreme. (Yes, I'm forced to take them down by mid-January.) However, I love having them up. And maybe one day, when my girls are past the eye-rolling teenage stage, they'll appreciate the tradition. Somewhere down the road, I'll get to pawn them off on them!


Happy Thanksgiving to all...and may you have a wonderful time decorating for Christmas!

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Monday, November 17, 2014

Fall into the Right Hands by Betsy Ashton

Sometimes, fate puts its head in your hand. Sometimes, a face takes one look at you and chooses you for life. Such it was over four years ago when Stella met Terry.

We had been in the hunt for a new kitty, since our previous kitty, a sixteen-year-old Calico with an attitude, had crossed the Rainbow Bridge three months earlier. Trip after trip to no-kill shelters never presented a kitty right for us.

Then one Friday, Terry and I went to a no-kill shelter in an adjacent county. Terry went into the room with the adult kitties; I played with the kittens. While the kitten room was full of precious little bundles of fur, Terry never left the adult room. Kitty after kitty checked him out. One sleepy kitty jumped down from an open cage and sauntered over to have a bite of kibble before she approached. She sniffed his sneakers and his jeans before jumping onto the bench where he sat. She put her head in his hand and lay down beside him. Stella had chosen her forever family.

Neither Terry nor I like Stella as a name. I could see myself doing a Stanley Kowalski and run down our street yelling, "STELLA!" We tried a series of names. Terry favored Spike but she was too soft a kitty to be Spike. We tried other names until we decided on a color-based name. Stella turned into Mocha.

Her personality gradually emerged. She's a bouncy kitty who loves to play and be chased. Mocha morphed into Mocha Java, Mocha for the color, Java because she one caffeinated kitty.

We added one more name: Smokin' because she can vanish like smoke. So, we fell in love with Smokin' Mocha Java, our forever kitty. And she fell in love with her forever family. She gives so much love, even when she 's standing where she shouldn't. She's not supposed to sit on Terry's keyboard tray. I tell her "no" but Terry is indulgent. And so she sits, pretending she belongs on the tray. Smokin'  Mocha Java just said "meh," which is her way of telling me to cope. Sigh.

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Betsy Ashton is the author of Mad Max Unintended Consequences available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. The second book in the series, Uncharted Territory, will be released in June 2015. She lives for words and writing and a kitty.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

The First Cowboy to Fall by Donna Michaels


 
Happy November, everyone! Using this month’s theme topics, my post about my upcoming Christmas release (available for preorder) could actually ‘fall’ into a few of the categories.
 
 
 
Fall into Winter:
HARLAND COUNTY CHRISTMAS takes place from the end of August to December, spanning through fall into winter.
Blurb
Accounting major Jen has one more year to earn her Masters before she graduates and moves out of Harland County to find a corporate job and maybe a good-looking businessman to boot. Cowboys were handsome and fun, but they didn’t stick. Neither did ranch hands. Experience has taught her they come and go, and some took a piece of her heart with them. Well, no more handsome, sexy, cowboys. She wanted a stay around, stable, lifetime type of guy.
Then she returns to the family ranch after a ‘hurrah to summer’ weekend with friends to discover Brock, the hot, one-night stand she’d given herself permission to enjoy, is the new ranch hand. And dang it, she’s just as drawn to his sexy grin, gorgeous green eyes and quiet strength. As the summer ends, classes resume, and the holidays near, the handsome, alpha cowboy has her rethinking her future. So does the unborn baby she’s carrying. Maybe sticking around Harland County isn’t so bad—if she could get Brock to stay, and break out of the ‘leave Jen and move on to another ranch’ mold. 

Fall Overboard:
Set in Texas, this novella has my hero Brock Kincaid falling ‘overboard’ into a sea of debt his grandmother incurred from his late brother’s illness.  He did not plan to fall ‘over-his-head’ in love with the heroine. But, that’s just how I like to roll. 

After the Delaneys left, he helped Jen carry the tea and glasses into the house and had to fight the urge to touch the woman. She’d been beautiful, and sweet, and caring, and he just wanted to soak it all in. Jennifer Dalton was a breath of fresh air he hadn’t realized he’d desperately needed.
He set the glasses in the sink and turned to find her watching him by the center island, appreciation swimming in her eyes.
“Thank you.”
He reeled back. “For what?”
 “For being so nice to the Delaneys.” She set the pitcher on the butcher block counter and smiled. “Some people have trouble.”
“I know,” he agreed, completely floored by her insight. “I had a younger brother with special needs, and believe me, I’m well aware of the narrow-mindedness of the human race.”
Frowning, she stepped close to touch his arm, her fingers warm, and soft, and reassuring. “Where people mean?”
“Some were downright rude, others were very nice. Like you.” He cupped her face and stared into her fathomless eyes. Those gorgeous, sapphire eyes. “Cody would’ve liked you.”
Smiling, tears spilled down her face. “I’m glad.”
His heart cracked open. He was falling. Sunk. So far over the damn edge he couldn’t find a foothold. Pulling her close, he brought his mouth down on hers, tasting and drinking in her sweet essence. This is what he’d needed. This was what had haunted him for weeks now. Her hot, sweet taste, bold tongue, warm curves. She moaned and burrowed closer, slipping her hands under his shirt, touching, stroking him everywhere as he returned the favor. 

Fall from Grace:
My heroine Jen Dalton never intended to fall from grace but her anxiety over her deployed cousin, raised as her brother, coupled with a margarita or three, add in a sexy, kind, concerned stranger, and they equal her first ever one-night stand.

Jen’s insides twisted into a tight knot at the mention of her cousin. He grew up at Shadow Rock, and was more like a brother than cousin. She loved Kade just as much as Kevin, and now he was in harm’s way.
Again.
The horse-whisperer had joined the Texas Army National Guard before he’d graduated high school, and eleven years later, he was still in. This was his third deployment, and with each one, she worried more, slept less, and admittedly wasn’t handling this one well. Always glued to the TV for updates. Days.
Nights.
Registering for classes had even been tough, especially with the mention of casualties in battle on the news. How the heck was she supposed to concentrate after hearing that? She’d managed, barely, then allowed her roommate and friends to persuade her to join them for a much needed ‘summer hurrah’ last weekend.  But, even at the laidback gulf resort, her gaze had been glued to the TV above the outdoor bar.
Until he sat down next to her.
Not her type. Hair a little darker than Sonny’s, smoldering green eyes, strong jaw covered in five-o’clock shadow, which were all actually pretty great, really great. The guy was gorgeous. It was the T-shirt, Levis and Stetson she didn’t like. He was a cowboy.
She swore off cowboys. And ranch hands. And any guy with anything to do with the rodeo circuit.
Especially clowns.  No clowns. They were just…wrong.
But he wasn’t. No. The stranger was a little bit of all right, and by morning, he was no longer a stranger. About the only thing they hadn’t shared were names. He’d called her sapphire and she’d called him cowboy, but once they’d gotten a room, they hadn’t done much talking.
HARLAND COUNTY CHRISTMAS
Prequel Novella


Releases Dec. 1st and is available for PreOrder  now!

**Need VOTES! I have 2 books nominated in BTS Magazine's Red Carpet Book Awards/Reader's Choice 2014 in the Romance Category!!**

If you've read HER UNIFORM COWBOY or HER FOREVER COWBOY and feel one deserves a vote, I'd sure appreciate the support! And if you like them both, but aren't sure which to pick, then I'd like to ask you to please vote for HER UNIFORM COWBOY to give the National Guard some recognition. Thank you!!

Voting is open until midnight November 21st!
Thanks for reading,
~Donna

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Fall into Winter by Alison Henderson

Soon it will be winter. Even here in Carmel, which has to be the mildest climate on Earth, you can feel the seasons changing if you pay attention. The leaves don't change and fall, like they do elsewhere, but the signs are all around us. I no longer miss a sunrise if I sleep a little later. It's now dark while I fix dinner instead of while I clean up. We've had a few tentative rainfalls, but with luck, the wild winter storms will start blowing in from the sea before too long.

Before they do, I have a few gardening chores to take care of. As much as I hate to do it, I need to cut back my magnificent purple fountain grasses. This one is more than waist high!

I will also cut the flower stalks from my kangaroo paws--favorites of the hummingbirds.

I don't technically have to cut anything back, but I know if I do I'll be rewarded next spring with lush new growth. It's part of the cycle of life that's so important to us gardeners.

I'm also looking forward to evenings by my new fireplace, tucked under my favorite afghan. It never gets really cold here, but the fire and afghan give me a good excuse to keep the temperature down in the house. Last year everything we brought from Minnesota was still in storage, and we spent Christmas in Chicago with our daughter. For the first time in forty years I didn't have a Christmas tree.

Well, that isn't happening again! We'll put up the outside lights in a couple of weeks, and I'll find new places for all my Christmas decoration. I may not see snow this year, but I plan to enjoy winter just the same!

Alison
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