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Look Who Dropped By Today: Monica Garry-Allen

It’s my great pleasure this morning to welcome an old friendNGHLBanner to tell you about her re-released romantic comedy novel, The Makeover, the first book in her series, Nerd Girls Love Hard. I had the pleasure of reading the original release of this book and enjoyed it tremendously. Now that it’s been revised and re-released, I know you’re in for a real treat. Don’t forget your chance to win  in Monica’s giveaway at the end of this post.

 About The Makeover:

Revenge is a dish best served cold… while wearing heels.

April has just learned the real reason behind her boss’ impromptu dinner invitation. He only invited her to dinner with his colleagues to prove a point: that he can show up at an event with a plain Jane and still be considered ‘the man’. She expected better from him and had secretly hoped that one day their friendship would grow into something deeper.

But her two best friends won’t let her wallow in her pain. They convince her to give Dr. Stewart a dose of his own medicine. The plan: show up at the dinner looking irresistible and prove to her boss that even nerd girls can be sexy. But first, she has to replace her unattractive business suits with something sexier and more revealing. It’s time for a makeover.

Dr. Chad Stewart would never ‘really’ date his secretary. She was too good, to pure for someone as jaded as himself. It didn’t matter that he was half in love with her. But when he needed an ‘average date’ for a dinner party she was the first person he turned to. He thought his secretary was the perfect choice until he arrived to find her looking like his wildest fantasy. But now she knows the real reason for his invite and he can see in her eyes how hurt she is.

Can Chad convince her to forgive him for hurting her or will she walk out of his life… taking his heart with her?

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A Taste of The Makeover:

 “That’s right. Your plan was to use me to advance yourself.”

“That was my plan. I admit it. I was wrong. What can I do to make you forgive me?”

He sounded sincere. The fact that his eyes seemed to be watering as he stared at her longingly confirmed the sincerity she heard in his voice. But she wouldn’t fall for it. She wouldn’t let him in, only to be hurt by him again in the future.

“There is nothing I want from you. There is nothing I want you to do other than to take me home, right now.” Those blasted tears were threatening to fall again. “Please just take me home.” Her voice broke on the last word. Chad held his hands up, surrendering to her demand.

“If you really want to go home, I will take you home. Just please answer one question for me?’

She didn’t want to answer any questions, but if it would get her home sooner she would.

“What is the question?”

“When I touch you, do you feel anything?”

Where had that question come from?

“Um…”

“I’m not finished. When we sip coffee together each morning, do you ever get the feeling that maybe we’re meant to be together? I know it sounds crazy, but even tonight, with everything that is going on, does a part of you feel the need to hold me and never let me go?”

Yes, yes, yes, that was exactly how she felt. How did he know? A sob escaped her lips. She put her hands over her face. She didn’t want to look at him. She didn’t want to hope that maybe he really felt those things he’d just said. Hope led to disappointment and she’d had enough disappointment in her life already. She couldn’t risk placing her hope in Chad. He’d already let her down once.

The sound of gravel crunching let her know he was taking a step closer to her. She took a step back, suddenly very aware of his presence. Sobbing into her hands, afraid to look up, she continued to walk backward and he continued to follow her.

Her back connected with something hard. She leaned back and felt the rough touch of tree bark against her exposed shoulders. Chad wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her forward. His hand settled at the small of her back. He used his other hand to massage her shoulders. The feel of his hands on her bare skin made her tremble. Why did she want him so much?

“I messed up, April. If you give me another chance, I promise to never do anything like this again. Forgive me, please.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

e5f81ad57b360a8c0b12d5.L._V360467895_SX200_Author Monica Garry-Allen is a Clinical Laboratory Technician by day and a Romance writer by night. Since she’s a part of the medical field a lot of her characters have jobs as Doctors, Nurses, Laboratory Scientist and etc.

When she’s not working she enjoys reading, writing, and shopping. Cooking however, is not one of her hobbies. But thankfully her husband enjoys creating tasty meals therefore there’s no chance of her starving.

She enjoys traveling though she’s not much of an outdoors person. Give her an air-conditioned room, a good book, a cup of coffee and she’s in heaven.

AUTHOR LINKS:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Monica-Garry-Allen/e/B00DL2QNHI/

Web: http://mgarryallen.wordpress.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MonicaGarryAllen

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/MonicaGarry

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/mgarryallen/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7145221.Monica_Garry_Allen

 Coming soon from Monica Garry-Allen:

Christmas Confusion (A New Adult Romantic Comedy)

Available for pre-order.
Release date: November 3, 2014.
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Christmas-Confusion-Monica-Garry-Allen-ebook/dp/B00NHZ4ES4/

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GIVEAWAY TIME

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What would you do if your boss treated you the way Chad treated April? Stop by the Nerd Girl Drama page and read what the nerd girls had to say, and then leave a comment stating which nerd girl you agree with.

Two lucky winners will be chosen on October 1st. Good luck!

CONTEST LINK: http://mgarryallen.wordpress.com/nerd-girl-drama-nerdsbelike/

 

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Look Who Dropped By Today: Scott Springer

Welcome once again and author with Anaiah Press, Scott Springer whose latest novel, Bound By Blood, a romance,  was released last week. It’s a pleasure to be a stop on your blog tour. Bound by blood banner

Anaiah Press is a Christian publisher. This morning, Scott offers us a peek at Julia’s Diary:

Dear Diary,

I’m afraid.

I made it through another day drug free. I thank you, Jesus, for your support in this. You know it’s hard. I have not had any meth for three years now and still the little spark in my brain calls out for it. The rush from the drug was so immediate. Instantaneous gratification. Now my body is completely clean, but my mind remembers the spark. I’ve been told this will last forever, and in times of stress I may revert. I pray to you, Jesus, every day for strength, and You do provide. Together, I know we will win this fight.

But undo stress. Really? This is the last thing I need right now. See . . . there’s this new guy at work and he’s already asked me out. Are you kidding? Could he be any faster? I don’t want him. I don’t like him. But my hand is shaking. Literally, shaking as I write this. It’s shaking because my heart is so fluttery. It feels so good to breathe. I can’t take this. Because you see, he’s a player. Bright white teeth set in a self-satisfied grin. Overly confident in his charm. Yeah, right. I need this like I need a hole in my head. I’ve got to get control of myself, like right now, because he’s heartbreak. And when I’m down, I won’t be strong enough to resist my first ‘love.’ My brain remembers. Already I’m thinking about it.

Jesus, You are my strength. And You are the one true Love. The only true and good love that I have ever known. Jesus, You’ve got to help me through this.

And I know You will!

Amen

Bound by blood 1600x2400About Bound By Blood

Julia has accepted the Lord and is busy returning her life to order. She is not ready for love, especially when the new site foreman at work stirs up forgotten feelings. She knows a playboy when she sees one, but to Rick Mercado the attraction between them is surprisingly real. Other girls no longer interest him, and if she wants to play hard to get that’s fine with him. Let the games begin!

What he doesn’t realize is that her dangerous secret is not a game.

Julia’s brother has returned from the street, strung out and in trouble with rival gangs. Loyalty to her brother draws Julia deeper into a world of drug deals and thugs. Rick doesn’t understand why Julia won’t simply go to the cops, especially once the bullets start flying. As Julia slips further into a world of violence, Rick realizes how easily his heart can be broken. His brain says to run, but his heart isn’t listening. It may already be too late.

BOUND BY BLOOD. Love and suspense, heartfelt moments and guns a blazing.

What a killer combination!

Release Date: September 23, 2014

Book Links:

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22365508-bound-by-blood

Anaiah Press: http://www.anaiahpress.com/

Buy Links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Bound-Blood-Scott-Springer-ebook/dp/B00NO949Z6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1411291813&sr=8-1&keywords=bound+by+blood+scott+springer

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Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/kd-uPrHn_NY

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Author Bio:

ScottSpringer author photo Scott Springer spent his youth playing pretend and dreaming of being a writer. As an adult he worked as a carpenter before becoming a software developer. Having produced much, his two children remain his proudest accomplishment. His wife led him to the Lord, and he’s glad that she did.

Website: www.scottspringer.com

Twitter: www.twitter.com/sb_springer

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4771404.Scott_Springer

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Christmas Comes Early! Holiday Magic Revised and Released

There are less than 90 days until Christmas. It’s hard to believe another year has gone by so quickly, but it has. Time seems to move much faster now, and more than ever, I realize life is too short for regrets.While we’ve been blessed with three days of incredible summer weather, the leaves on the trees, and the faded glory of my flowers tell me quite clearly that summer is over, UCV lightsand this is a make-up gift from Mother Nature for not giving us a real summer this year. But, it’ll be Christmas in no time, the season of the year I like best. I love the music and the decorating, the lights at Upper Canada Village, but I especially love the look on the faces of the children watching the parades or waiting to see Santa.

Last year, I released Holiday Magic with Front Porch Romance. The publisher pulled the plug on the publishing house in April and left all its writers high and dry with books that could no longer be sold. Thanks to my good friend Melinda De Ross at Classy Designs, Holiday Magic  is jumping out of my computer again with a brand new look. I chose to revise, essentially, rewrite the novel, and changed some scenes while adding others. If you read the first version and enjoyed it, this one I hope will have you saying, “Okay, now I understand what happened.” In this edition, Georgia gains a new perspective on life, including her understanding of the last leaf.

About Holiday Magic:

Seeing is believing, or is it?

Holiday Magic (2)Georgia Baxter loved everything about Christmas until she walked in on her fiancé in bed with another woman. Wounded and heart sore, she canceled her Christmas Eve fantasy wedding and fled to New York City, leaving everything and everyone, including her twin sister, Eleni, behind.

Three years later, still hurting but knowing it’s time to move on, she agrees to come home to help her sister, despite the fact she’ll be doing so at a time of year she now associates only with pain and betrayal. Discovering she’ll have to work closely with the man who shattered her dreams only makes things harder, especially when her body craves his touch.

Mark Anderson has no memory of his bachelor party other than waking up naked in the wrong woman’s bed. He clings to the hope someday he can convince Georgia to give him a second chance, but until she’s ready to listen, it won’t happen. Discovering she’s coming home to manage Holiday Magic for three months may be his lucky break.

Is there enough magic left in Christmas to help them overcome the past?

Holiday Magic is available in e-book format from Amazon.com

Excerpt from Holiday Magic:

“Well, you’re certainly eager to get going tonight,” Georgia Baxter said and smiled at her fiancé putting on his down jacket. “Slam, bam, thank you, ma’am, and by the way, dinner was good, too.”

Mark pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. Yielding to his gentle pressure, Georgia opened to him and felt heat pool in her stomach as it always did. Slowly pulling away, the evidence of his arousal obvious, he smiled down at her.

“You know damn well what I’d like to spend the evening doing, but Eleni’s home and Tony and the guys would be disappointed if I didn’t show up. Apparently, a bachelor party is a rite of passage not to be missed.”

“Sure it is,” Eleni said coming into the room from the kitchen and setting a platter of hors d’oeuvres on the table. “More like a reason to get wasted and go see the peelers.”

“Strippers? Moi?” Mark replied with an ‘I’d-never-do-that’ look on his face.

“Yes, toi,” Eleni answered. “You may be my future brother-in-law and my partner at Holiday Magic, but you are a man, and if you mix a group of Neanderthals, alcohol and naked women together, you get trouble waiting to happen.”

“I’m wounded by your lack of faith, Ms. Baxter.”

“Enough, you two,” Georgia said chuckling and stepped back into Mark’s arms. “If you do go see the ladies, and with Tony in charge you probably will, remember, look don’t touch. It doesn’t matter where you get your appetite, just remember, you’ve got dinner waiting at home.”

Mark pulled her closer and whispered in her ear. “I most certainly do. If I could, I’d sneak in later tonight for dessert.”

Georgia laughed. “And ruin my stellar reputation? Besides, you’ll smell like the bottom of a taxi cab. Eleni has all the girls coming over to make sachets for the tables. Having the fantasy wedding planner for a sister does make things complicated. She can be a slave driver at times.”

“Don’t I know it,’ Mark said. He pushed away and put on his boots.

Georgia sobered. “Be careful tonight. You aren’t driving, right?”

“No, ma’am. Cabbing it.” As if on cue a horn blared. “That’ll be my ride. Love you, babe. I’ll call you in the morning, and we can go down to the German market. We can pick out a tree for the loft. It’s so bare over there compared to this place. I hope you kept a few decorations to fix it up.”

“I have five boxes full of brand new things as well as the ones we bought last month. After we get the tree, we can decorate and have a nice quiet evening—maybe even a sleepover.”

“He’ll need it,” Eleni added before walking back toward the kitchen. “Have fun.”

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Georgia closed the door quietly and stepped into the hallway, greeted by the scent of fresh pine from the small balsam tree in Eleni’s living room and the pine oil they’d used on the sachets last night. She took a deep breath. Christmas! She loved everything about the season from the mad rush for gifts to the beauty and serenity of a Christmas Eve church service. The lights and decorations turned ordinary places into magical ones, dispelling the gloom of winter’s darkest days. Smiling, excited children, anxious for a visit from Santa, reminded her of her own youth when everything had been carefree and wonderful. If she could wear pine-scented perfume, she would.

This year, Christmas was even better because all of her dreams would come true. In less than two weeks, on Christmas Eve, she’d marry the man she loved. Love wasn’t a strong enough word for the way she felt about Mark. She adored him. He was her hero, her soul mate, her best friend, and together they were going to have the best happily ever after.

Of all the fairy tales, the one she loved the best was Beauty and the Beast, possibly because it was the one with a brown-haired heroine. As a child she’d watched the video over and over again, had read the book so often the pages were dog-eared. She’d met Mark in Glee Club in high school, and the musical they’d performed that year was Beauty and The Beast—she’d been Belle, and he’d been the prince. It only seemed right to choose that theme for their fantasy wedding.

“Wow,” Georgia said entering the kitchen. “I didn’t expect to see you up before noon. I think you polished off more than your share of those concoctions you made—what did you call them?”

“Christmas cosmos, and try not to scream,” Eleni answered pouring coffee into a mug. “I have a bit of a headache.”

“I’ll bet you do.”

“Well, you know me, I don’t like to see anything go to waste. How come you’re dressed so early?”

“Early? Look at the clock, little sister, it’s almost noon.”

At five ten, Eleni stood a good six inches taller than Georgia, but she’d been born ten minutes later and that made her the younger twin, hence the little sister.

“Noon, schmoon. Have you looked outside? It’s still snowing. It’s been coming down all night. Today’s Saturday, and I have nowhere to go but back to bed. Where are you off to in this miserable weather?”

“Over to Lucy’s to bring her some of that chicken soup I made yesterday. The poor thing sounded awful on the phone when she called to cancel last night.”

Eleni shook her head and sighed. “You’re such a shmuck. Knowing that bitch, she probably just wanted to beg off doing any work. I don’t think you should go over there now. The snow’s really coming down. Why don’t you just call her?”

“Eleni Jean Baxter, you can be so mean when you want to be. If Lucy’s sleeping, I don’t want to wake her up. I’ve still got the key she gave me when she went on holidays last month. Maybe she didn’t want to be around us last night because she’s so depressed about Anton walking out on her like that and calling off their wedding. I can’t imagine how I’d feel if something happened between me and Mark.”

“Nothing’s going to happen to you two. Everything’s arranged, and then you’re off to Hawaii for three wonderful weeks. Sun, sand, and sex! I envy you big time.”

“Well, if you want to be a bride you have to quit playing the field and settle down. I thought you and Jeremy had a shot at it, but I see Larry’s your plus one. What happened?”

“Nothing, really, and that’s the problem. No sparks, and don’t tell me you and Mark don’t have sparks. “

“Oh, there’s lots of energy between us,” Georgia said and laughed. “I’m surprised we don’t combust spontaneously at times. He has an outrageous, insatiable appetite. I’m surprised he hasn’t called yet. I’ll bet he feels worse than you do.”

“He probably does. Larry called this morning.”

“Why? What happened?”

“Mark really tied one on—didn’t even stay until the end. Some guy poured him into a cab before eleven.”

“I’ll go over to the loft and take care of the poor baby after I see Lucy. Offer him something to take his mind off his pain. I might give him an analgesic, too.”

Eleni shook her head. “You’re bad. I’m sure hot sex is just what he needs. If you two keep at it like bunnies, I’ll be an aunty by this time next year.”

“I’d like that,” Georgia said. The thought of being a mother pleased her. “Who knows, maybe we’ll have twins.”

“Heaven help me—two rug rats.” Eleni rolled her eyes in mock horror. “How will I manage to spoil them equally?”

“You’ll find a way, but let’s not rush it. I just stopped the pills last month.”

“If you insist on going to Lucy’s first, fine, but personally, I’d skip the bitch and get right to the groom and work on my niece or nephew.”

“I don’t know why you don’t like her. You haven’t given her a chance which really isn’t like you.”

“It’s not that I don’t like her,” Eleni clarified, “it’s that I don’t trust her. She’s as phony as those 42Ds she brought home from Switzerland last year. You’re just too nice to see it. Lucy’s a user—she always has been, and that’ll never change. She wants something from you, but I haven’t the faintest idea what it is. Just watch your back, okay?”

“I don’t have anything to give, and you know it. The trust fund is all but empty since we used it to pay for school and start up Holiday Magic. De Boers pays me well, but not enough to keep me in the style she likes. Did you see those shoes she had on the other night? They must have cost five hundred dollars. I’m glad she agreed to be my bridesmaid because I’d never have gotten my flowers free”.

“I’d have paid for the flowers if I’d known that was why you asked her,” Eleni said. “Her family may own the flower shop, but I bet I could have gotten a discount. I still think she wants something. People like you. They don’t like her.

“If it’s the connections I have she wants, she’s welcome to them. Hobnobbing with Philadelphia’s rich and famous doesn’t mean a lot to me. But I think you’re wrong. She doesn’t have a lot of friends…”

“I wonder why.”

“Stop being so catty. I’ve got to go before the weather gets worse.” Georgia moved into the hall and put on her winter coat. Elemi followed her to the door, carrying the container of soup.

“You’re right, I’m being bitchy. Give her my best and take it easy on poor Mark. He’s suffering.”

Georgia laughed and left the apartment.

Twenty minutes later, she regretted her decision to go outside. The snow was deep and heavy, coming down the way it had the night her parents were killed. She shivered at the memory and wondered if it was an omen. She wasn’t really that superstitious, but she did read her horoscope.  Maybe she should just go over to the loft instead of going to see Lucy. It was on the other side of the city, and the trek back would be twice as long.

The light turned red. Pumping the brakes, she managed to decelerate and stop before the corner. Snow piled up on the windshield, the wipers barely able to keep a large enough space clear for her to be able to see. When the light turned green, she stepped on the accelerator, but instead of moving forward, the tires spun.

Great. I’m stuck. I guess no good deed goes unpunished.

She jumped at the sound of a thump on her trunk and looked in the rear view mirror. Two teenaged boys motioned for her to try and move again while they pushed her. With their help, the car’s winter tires bit into the snow and gripped, and she moved through the intersection. She honked her horn in thanks and continued toward Lucy’s, seeing her rescuers as a sign she was doing the right thing.

Ten minutes later, she pulled to the curb in front of the apartment building and parked. The plows had been by earlier, so she should be good for an hour or so before they made a second pass. She wouldn’t stay long, anxious to see Mark again. Her calls to his cell had gone straight to voice mail. He must have turned it off last night, or he’d forgotten to charge it, and the battery was dead. They hadn’t installed a land line yet.

Georgia stepped off the elevator on the twelfth floor and let herself into the apartment

“Hello? Anybody home?” she called. Mr. Whiskers, Lucy’s Siamese cat, ran into the foyer, meowing loudly.

“Hey, buddy,” she said softly. “Hasn’t Mommy fed you breakfast yet?”

She looked down the hall. Lucy’s bedroom door was closed, a fact which no doubt contributed to the cat’s irritation. Entering the kitchen, Georgia placed the container of soup in the fridge.

“I suppose you want something to eat?” she asked the cat wrapping himself around her ankles. Reaching into the cupboard, she removed the can of gourmet cat food and fed the animal whose purrs echoed in the silent kitchen.

“You’re welcome.”

Looking around the room, she spied the dry erase marker and left Lucy a note about the soup in the fridge. She was about to leave when a hacking cough erupted from the bedroom.

Poor thing. She’s sicker than I thought.

Georgia opened the fridge, took out the carafe of orange juice and filled a glass.  She went down the hallway, knocked on the bedroom door, and hearing a muffled groan, she opened it.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. Lucy wasn’t alone in the bed. While Georgia knew she should look away, she couldn’t. The man lying on his stomach, his arm wrapped around her friend was naked. He had a beautiful body, one vaguely familiar, and she was embarrassed by the way her libido reacted to it. The man was too fair skinned to be Anton, and his hair was a mass of curls. Surprise turned to shock as the man rolled over, away from Lucy, and Georgia recognized him.

He was still asleep. In her distress, she gasped and dropped the glass of juice, which shattered on the hardwood floor. The sound woke Mark, and he gave her a drunken lopsided grin.

Okay! Now how would you react? Comment and get a chance to win a review copy of Holiday Magic.

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Look Who Dropped By Today: M. S. Spencer

My guest today is M. S Spencer here to tell you about her new novel, Whirlwind Romance.

Thanks so much for having me, Lacey, Armand, and the crew here today.

What do pirates, princes, Puritans, and propaganda have in common? Lacey Delahaye, forager and jelly maker, finds out in this romantic suspense set in the western Caribbean.

Whirlwind Romance

Secret Cravings Publishing, 9/2/2014

89,000 words; M/F; 3 flames; Adventure/Romance
Up until my thirties, I traveled a great deal, living in many countries with amenities that many would consider below standard. So it wasn’t until I married and settled down in an old farmhouse with an acre of land that I could indulge my fantasy of living off the land. I built a formal herb garden and planted all kinds of fruits, vegetables, and flowers.  The one thing I couldn’t get to grow was mint. Yes, the gardeners among you will scoff, but it took me years to get a plot to flourish. When it did, it threatened to take over the entire acre. I had to do something.

jelly that Lacey makesSo I called upon my sister-in-law, to whom Whirlwind Romance is dedicated. She directed me to an old recipe for mint jelly. Once the mint invasion was under control and I’d mastered the technique, I spent my summers working up recipes for herb jellies—tarragon, lemon balm, rosemary and more. It might have been helpful if I actually liked jellies, but they made lovely Christmas gifts.

Florida—my new home–contains myriad ecosystems that produce exotic and interesting wild fruits, most of whom can be made into jelly. It was an easy step to make my newly arrived heroine into a jelly maker. I hope you enjoy the recipes as much as you do Lacey and Armand’s love story.

Blurb:

In the aftermath of a hurricane, Lacey Delahaye finds herself marooned on the Gulf coast of Florida with a mysterious man. They are immediately drawn to each other, but before Armand can confess his identity, they are kidnapped and taken far from civilization to a tiny, remarkable island in the western Caribbean. With the help of her son Crispin, a small, but proud young boy named Inigo, and a cadre of extraordinary characters, Lacey and Armand must confront pirates, power-mad ideologues, and palace intrigue if they are to restore the once idyllic tropical paradise to its former serenity and find lasting happiness.

WhirlwindRomance_LRGExcerpt (PG): Slipping briskly into intimacy

The full moon shone through the window, illuminating Lacey’s nodding head. Armand touched her cheek. “Time for bed.”

Stung, she shot back, “I’m taking care of you, remember?”

He held up a hand. “Sorry! I’d forgotten.” After a moment, he asked, his tone diffident, “Can you help me up?”

Lacey put an arm around his back and together they limped to Crispin’s room. She took his pants and shirt off and folded them neatly. As she turned to leave, he touched her arm. “Stay a minute?”

How could she admit she had to get out of there quickly or she wouldn’t be able to go at all? His handsome face—the strong chin covered with stubble, the pearly teeth contrasting with his tan skin, not to mention the long, graceful fingers he held out to her—all conspired to lure her closer. Her heart led the way, propelling her to his side. She sat down. “What is it?”

“Lacey…um.”

Her body tensed as desire fought to get out and she fought just as hard to keep it in. I have to go. I have to…go. “What?”

His words came out in a rush. “Lacey, the other day—the first night—when you rescued me. When we…we…”

Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Christ.

“I…uh…want you to know I don’t do that on a regular basis.”

His air of  shy ambivalence gave her courage. “I see. You don’t have sex on a regular basis?”

“No, no, it’s not that.” He stopped, flustered. “Or, I mean…er…I don’t sleep with women indiscriminately.”

Should she let him off the hook? Nah. “But you do sleep with a lot of women?”

“No! Lacey, you’re being difficult on purpose. I meant, that I didn’t mean to…you know. It just happened. Forgive me?”

“I—”

Armand interrupted her. “Not that it wasn’t enjoyable.” He seemed distracted, running a finger down her arm. “Wonderful. Fantastic. Too short.” He peered at her. “Lacey, you must know how beautiful you are. You have the most perfect cheekbones I’ve ever seen.”

“Cheekbones?” What the hell is he talking about?

“I’m an amateur photographer. Those cheekbones could belong to a supermodel. Perfectly sculpted. And your nose—” he tapped the tip, “a little pixie nose—it even turns up slightly. Your long, fine hair is the russet-gold of burnished copper pots I once saw piled high in a shop on Martinique. Your eyes…” He closed his. “Your eyes are the blue-green of a freshly mowed cricket field, of the emeralds that grow deep in the mountains, of the lagoon near my home on a blustery day.” He touched her hand. “Then there’s your body—as I remember it—a soft, comfortable, pillowy—”

“Hey!” Lacey shook her head to break the spell. “I think you’ve said enough. Get some sleep.”

She tried to rise, but he slipped his arms around her and drew her close. She wanted to struggle. She tried to struggle. It was no use. The long kiss filled her with a warmth that matched a fire on a cold night, a cup of cocoa, or a hot bath. As he pulled away, the warmth turned to blazing passion. The power of it frightened her. I’ve got to go. She ran out of the room before he could stop her.

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Buy Links:

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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Whirlwind-Romance-M-S-Spencer-ebook/dp/B00N105I4E/

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-whirlwindromance-1605591-153.html

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/whirlwind-romance

About the Author:

Although she has lived or traveled in every continent except Antarctica and Australia (bucket list), M. S. Spencer has spent the last thirty years mostly in Washington, D.C. as a librarian, Congressional staff assistant, speechwriter, editor, birdwatcher, kayaker, policy wonk, non-profit director and parent. She has two fabulous grown children, and currently divides her time between the Gulf coast of Florida and a tiny village in Maine.

Ms. Spencer has published nine romance novels. The first two, Lost in His Arms and Lost and Found, were published by Red Rose Publishing. The other six—Losers Keepers, Triptych, Artful Dodging: The Torpedo Factory Murders, Mai Tais and Mayhem: Murder at Mote Marine (a Sarasota Romance, Lapses of Memory, and the Mason’s Mark —were published by Secret Cravings. Whirlwind Romance, her ninth, was released September 2014.

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It’s Time for the Fall Into Books Blog Hop!

crfallbadge1As much as I hate to admit it, it’s that time of year again. While I’m not thrilled Autumn has arrived since I’m still looking for summer, I can appreciate the beauty and majesty of the season. It’s an honor to be part of another Candlelight Reads blog hop. Please comment on this post for your chance to win an e copy of Fire Angel, In Plain Sight, or On His Watch. Don’t forget to leave your contact information. If I can’t find you, I can’t send you your prize.

This year’s theme is multifaceted.

Books!  That’s the sole reason we’re here!  We all have that special place we love to read at or a special book that we go back to time and time again.  What’s your favorite place to read, and what is that special book you want to fall into again and again? 
I thought long and hard about this. I could say that as a teacher, I’ve read the same books each year for over 30 years. Classic’s like Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights, Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird, F. Scott Fitzgerald The Great Gatsby,  John Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men just to name a few, but I think that would be cheating.
Before I started my writing career, I read at least four novels a week–and that was working full time. I read to relax, to escape the drudgery of every day–and I read just about anything I could get my hands on, except horror. While I not only read and taught Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, Edgar Allen Poe’s short stories, and Washington Irving’s The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, I have no inclination or desire to read so called modern horror and books of demonic possession. It’s a personal choice.
My favorite place to read is in the car while my husband is driving. We take frequent trips along Highway 401, and the scenery is one I’ve memorized. Give me a good book to read to pass the time. At home, I read in bed, on the couch, pretty much anywhere. Paper? Kindle? Kobo? I use them all. Today, my reading choices tend to be books written by fellow authors, but every now and then, I’ll grab an old favorite.
rebeccaThe book that turned me on to romantic suspense is Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier.
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again… I came upon it suddenly; the approach masked by the unnatural growth of a vast shrub that spread in all directions… There was Manderley, our Manderley, secretive and silent as it had always been, the gray stone shining in the moonlight of my dream, the mullioned windows reflecting the green lawns and terrace. Time could not wreck the perfect symmetry of those walls, nor the site itself, a jewel in the hollow of a hand.
Those are the opening lines of a book that grabbed me and held me enthralled as a teen and can still do it today. It’s a classic Gothic romance, with twists and turns in the plot. The insecure heroine, a nobody who marries up, isn’t much of a seller among today’s readers, but I can empathize and sympathize with her all the way. While I don’t write in the first person and don’t generally enjoy books written that way, there was and is something about Rebecca that called to my soul.  I’ve read other novels by this author, but none touched me as deeply as Rebecca did,
So, that’s it. Now, please visit these lovely authors to read about their favorite books. Blog Hop
Don’t forget to comment here for your chance to win!
Fire AngelIn Plain Sight coverOn His Watch
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Look Who Dropped By Today: Kara Leigh Miller and Jody Holford

It’s my pleasure this morning to introduce you to two other authors at Anaiah Press. This publisher will be releasing one of my novels next spring. Today, I’d like to welcome Kara Leigh Miller and Jody Holford . It’s an honor to participate in your cover release.

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The Anaiah Romance, Dangerous Love, is scheduled for release March 3, 2015.  Be among the first to mark it to read on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23209752-dangerous-love

 

About Dangerous Love:

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He’s fighting to forget his past while she struggles to remember hers…

Doctor Josh Parker lives with guilt about his wife’s death every day. He believes himself incapable of ever loving again, but when a mysterious woman arrives in the Emergency Room, brutally beaten and left for dead, he starts to feel something he hasn’t felt in far too long:hope.

Alessandra Matthews has no memory of the events that led to her being hospitalized. Worse, she has no idea who hurt her or why. Although she’s uncertain of who she is, she is fully aware of one thing — she’s falling for her doctor.

Sometimes, what you don’t know can kill you…

As Josh and Alessa work to solve the mystery surrounding her past, she soon realizes just how much danger she’s really in, but Josh refuses to let her face the darkness of her memories alone. With each of them struggling to put their pasts behind them, theirs is a DANGEROUS LOVE.

 

 About the Authors:

Kara Leigh MillerKara Leigh Miller: Kara lives in Upstate New York with her husband, three kids, three dogs, and three cats. When she’s not busy writing romance novels that leave readers swooning, she’s spending time with her family or attending one of her many writers groups. An active member of The Romance Writers of America and the CNY Writers Haven, Kara is also Managing Editor for Anaiah Press’ Surge and Romance Imprints. She absolutely loves to hear from her fans and fellow authors, so feel free to drop her a line anytime!

Website: https://www.karaleighmiller.com

Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/KaraleighMille1

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6553837.Kara_Leigh_Miller

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KaraLeighMiller

Jody HolfordJody Holford: Jody lives in British Columbia with her husband and two daughters. She is a fan of Nora Roberts, Jill Shalvis, Rachel Gibson, and Rainbow Rowell. In reading and writing, she likes characters who are flawed, but driven toward the pursuit of love and happiness. In November 2013, she published A Not So Lonely Christmas with Foreward Literary. In December 2014, she published Forever Christmas through Kindle Direct.

Website: https://www.jodyholford.weebly.com

Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/1prncs

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7370077.Jody_Holford

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Authorjodyholford

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Mid Week Tease: Cover Reveal for the Revised Version of Holiday Magic

Hello again. Well, autumn is officially here. It arrived yesterday amidst cool winds and clouds followed by late afternoon sunshine. Thanks Sandra Bunino, for allowing me to share like this each week. This morning, I’d like to reveal the new covers for mt soon to be re-released Christmas season books, Holiday Magic and The Perfect Choice.

Last year, these books were released by a now defunct publisher. Holiday Magic was a solid three stars for reviewers, but I wanted a higher rating, more in line with the rest of my work. Since books never disappear from Goodreads, I decided to read the reviews and those I’d copied before the book was removed from Amazon. I thought long and hard, read the comments with an open mind, and decided to revise the book with their comments in mind. How many times do you get to do that?

I’ve added almost 20,000 words to the story, a few hot scenes, and a few heartbreaking ones. Thanks to my lovely friend Melinda De Ross, and Classy Designs, I have brand new covers befitting the books.And so, without further ado, here are the new e-book covers for my Christmas series. This week’s tease comes from Holiday Magic. Holiday Magic (2)

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“Hello? Anybody home?” she called. Mr. Whiskers, Lucy’s Siamese cat, ran into the foyer, meowing loudly.

“Hey, buddy,” she said softly. “Hasn’t Mommy fed you breakfast yet?”

She looked down the hall. Lucy’s bedroom door was closed, a fact which no doubt contributed to the cat’s irritation. Entering the kitchen, Georgia placed the container of soup in the fridge.

“I suppose you want something to eat?” she asked the cat wrapping himself around her ankles. Reaching into the cupboard, she removed the can of gourmet cat food and fed the animal whose purrs echoed in the silent kitchen.

“You’re welcome.”

Looking around the room, she spied the dry erase marker and left Lucy a note about the soup in the fridge. She was about to leave when a hacking cough erupted from the bedroom.

Poor thing. She’s sicker than I thought.

Georgia opened the fridge, took out the carafe of orange juice and filled a glass.  She went down the hallway, knocked on the bedroom door, and hearing a muffled groan, she opened it.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. Lucy wasn’t alone in the bed. While Georgia knew she should look away, she couldn’t. The man lying on his stomach, his arm wrapped around her friend was naked. He had a beautiful body, one vaguely familiar, and she was embarrassed by the way her libido reacted to it. The man was too fair skinned to be Anton, and his hair was a mass of curls. Surprise turned to shock as the man rolled over, away from Lucy, and Georgia recognized him.

He was still asleep. In her distress, she gasped and dropped the glass of juice, which shattered on the hardwood floor. The sound woke Mark, and he gave her a drunken lopsided grin.

“Hey, babe.”

“No,” she cried as tears spill from her eyes. “No!” It wasn’t possible. The man she loved, buck naked, hard as a rock, in another woman’s bed.

“What the hell?” Mark asked, opening his eyes wide, taking in the scene. He tried to sit up, but fell back on the pillow.

The noise woke Lucy who stared at her, at Mark, at the clock, and groaned.

“Shit,” Lucy croaked and sat up.

The sight of the woman she thought her friend sitting in the bed next to her fiancé was more than she could handle. Anger, far beyond anything she’d ever felt suffused her.

“How could you? I thought you were my friend,” she cried barely able to say the words as she saw all her hopes and dreams crash around her.

“And you,” she yelled at Mark, her heart shattering into a thousand pieces. “I trusted you. I loved you.”

Mark stared at her, his face showing surprise and confusion.

Lucy got up and pulled a robe over the skimpy negligee she wore. Mark looked at her as if he’d never seen her before. He closed his eyes, and rubbed his head.

“Georgia, it isn’t what you think,” Lucy said as she moved closer to her. “I know it looks bad, but…”

“Bad? Now that’s an understatement. It looks as if you’ve had a romp in the sheets with my fiancé, Lucy. The man I was going to marry.”

“You weren’t the one supposed to find us,” Lucy answered resigned.

“What the hell does that mean? That’s supposed to make me feel better?” Georgia shrieked, the bile rising in her throat. She rushed into the bathroom and vomited.

Trembling, she returned to the bedroom where Mark was now sitting on the side of the bed and had had the decency to cover himself. I’ll bet he isn’t horny now, the bastard.

“Who else knows about this?” Georgia indicated the bed and the room, unable to say the words.

“Just a couple of people. It’s not really as bad as you think. If you’ll give me a minute to explain. It was actually your sister’s suggestion.”

“Liar,” Georgia screamed, reeling from the last blow the words inflicted. “Eleni would never have anything to do with something like this.” But Eleni hadn’t wanted her to come here. Had she known? This was terrible, but a betrayal like that would destroy her. The room swam before her eyes, and she gripped the dresser.

“Well, not this scenario exactly, but she gave me the idea.”

“Georgia, Lucy. What the hell’s going on? Where am I? Where the hell are my clothes?” Mark asked, his voice betraying his panic. Great actor. I almost believe him.

She turned on him, a wounded animal, unable to handle the crippling pain assailing her. “As if you don’t know. How could you do this to me, to us? And for what, a cheap piece of ass.”

“There’s no need to be insulting,” Lucy added, but Georgia ignored her.

Her tears streamed down her cheeks. “Is this why you left your bachelor party early? To screw around with my bridesmaid? Was it a goodbye screw or were you planning to continue after we were married?”

“Georgia,” Lucy spoke loudly. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I don’t? That’s rich because I can see it very clearly with my own two eyes. Eleni was right. You did want something from me. You wanted Mark. Well, congratulations. He’s all yours.”

She ran out of the room, with Lucy on her heels. “Georgia wait!”

“Wait for what you low down, two-timing, man-stealing bitch? For more lies? Here are your damn keys. Clever of you to have left them with me. I wouldn’t have been able to get in otherwise. You knew I’d come. You read me like a book, bravo. Well played.” The tears clogged her throat making breathing difficult. She had to get out of here before she fainted.

Mark rushed into the foyer, a towel wrapped around his hips, looking as pale as a white marble statue. Despite everything, she still wanted him.

“Georgia by all that’s holy, honey I have no idea how I got here. You have to believe me.”

 “Believe you? Like when you said you loved me and couldn’t live without me? Like when you said I was the only woman you ever wanted? You’re a lying, cheating bastard, Mark and I never want to see you again.”

“Do you honestly think I’d do something like this to you, to us?”

“I wouldn’t have thought so. I didn’t think you could ever hurt me like this. I hate you, both of you.”

Lucy sighed. “Fine, be like that. You think you’re so much better than the rest of us. Go. When you come to your senses, call me.”

Georgia rushed out of the apartment to the elevator. She’d left her coat with her car keys in the pocket in the apartment, but she wasn’t going back there, not now, not ever.

The elevator doors opened and she pushed the button for the ground floor. In the mirrored walls she could see herself, a deadly pale woman, whose swollen eyes testified to her broken heart. The doors opened, and she walked through the foyer and out into the snow. Providentially, a yellow cab drew to a stop to let out a passenger, her arms bulging with wrapped packages. As soon as the woman left the cab, Georgia got in.

“Are you okay, lady?” the driver asked.

“No,” she answered. “I’ll never be okay again.”

So, how would you react in the same situation? Fight or flight? I’d love to know. Like Georgia, I’d run away.

Don’t forget to check out all the awesome teases today.