Look Who Dropped By Today: Marie Lavender

Good afternoon! Making up for lost time, I have another guest today. Meet Marie lavender and her newest novel, Blue Vision.blue-vision-promo6

Blurb for Blue Vision

Brooke Sanders just wants to get away from her life for a while. A remote cabin in Montana fits the bill. She doesn’t expect to encounter a mysterious stranger with unusual blue eyes, or events that cannot be explained…

Colin Fielding is on a mission – scout a planet and return home to Endhivar. Simple really. What he doesn’t anticipate is that fate has a pretty twisted sense of humor. Suddenly, this human calls to him, every part of him, like the call of a true mate, and he can’t deny the connection as he gets closer to her.

Little do they know, someone is out to do them harm, as well as the world Brooke holds so dear. Can they stop what’s coming before it’s too late? Or will the universe lose a perfect gem?

blue-vision-final-coverGenre: Science Fiction Romance

Purchase Links

Amazon Universal link:  http://bookgoodies.com/a/B01MXKPLYX

Publisher:  http://solsticepublishing.com/blue-vision/

CreateSpace link:  https://www.createspace.com/6719135


Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/blue-vision-marie-lavender/1125171925 Books-A-Million: http://www.booksamillion.com/p/Blue-Vision/Marie-Lavender/9781625264800

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marie-lavenderAuthor Bio

Bestselling multi-genre author of UPON YOUR RETURN and 22 other books. March 2016 Empress of the Universe title – winner of the “Broken Heart” themed contest and the “I Love You” themed contest on Poetry Universe. SECOND CHANCE HEART and A LITTLE MAGICK placed in the TOP 10 on the 2015 P&E Readers’ Poll. Nominated in the TRR Readers’ Choice Awards for Winter 2015. Poetry winner of the 2015 PnPAuthors Contest. The Versatile Blogger Award for 2015. Honorable Mention in the 2014 BTS Red Carpet Book Awards. Finalist and Runner-up in the 2014 MARSocial’s Author of the Year Competition. Honorable mention in the January 2014 Reader’s Choice Award. Liebster Blogger Award for 2013 and 2014. Top 10 Authors on AuthorsDB.com. Winner of the Great One Liners Contest on the Directory of Published Authors.

Marie Lavender lives in the Midwest with her family and three cats. She has been writing for over twenty years. She has more works in progress than she can count on two hands. Since 2010, Marie has published 23 books in the genres of historical romance, contemporary romance, romantic suspense, paranormal romance, fantasy, science fiction, mystery/thriller, literary fiction and poetry. She has also contributed to several anthologies. Her current published series are The Heiresses in Love Series, The Magick Series, The Code of Endhivar Series and The Blood at First Sight Series.

Author Links
Blogs: http://iloveromanceblog.wordpress.com/
Graphic design company: http://www.ambrosiainnovations.com/
Amazon author page: Author.to/MarieLavender 

Good luck with your newest release, Marie!


Look Who Dropped By Today: K.C. Sprayberry

Good morning. It’s been awhile since I hosted another author and it’s my pleasure today to introduce you once more to K.C. Sprayberry.


Welcome to the Canoples Investigations Exposes Space Dodger release tour. This is the third novel and fourth story in this series. Strap on your restraints and be ready for an exciting ride… oh, once you have the book in hand, you will discover there’s a special added attraction—the first chapter of Secret Society: A Canoples Investigations Novella!



There’s a carnival on the station, with all kinds of “legally” cloned animals, more than a few zero-G acrobats, and miniature clowns. BD’s ever present suspicious mind latches onto one thing when the advance team for Galactic Carnival arrives to begin preparations for a weeklong visit. The ringmaster looks familiar, but the man swears that he has never been to Canoples Station before. Even worse, children five and under are disappearing. A bit of investigating on BD’s part clues him in to the fact this has happened on every station Galactic Carnival has visited so far. He’s determined to uncover the true identity of the ringmaster and solve the mystery of the missing children, but at what cost. Is BD willing to lose his lifelong friends to solve this case? Will they prove Jenna Rock, Wade’s girlfriend, isn’t involved?


About K.C. Sprayberry

Born and raised in Southern California’s Los Angeles basin, K.C. Sprayberry spent years traveling the United States and Europe while in the Air Force before settling in northwest Georgia. A new empty nester with her husband of more than twenty years, she spends her days figuring out new ways to torment her characters and coming up with innovative tales from the South and beyond.

She’s a multi-genre author who comes up with ideas from the strangest sources. Those who know her best will tell you that nothing is safe or sacred when she is observing real life. In fact, she considers any situation she witnesses as fair game when plotting a new story.


Having a circus come to Canoples Station after all the trouble we’ve had over the last year is refreshing. I love the idea of seeing the acrobats in action, of attending a Jenna Rock concert, even though I just discovered that she’s Wade’s girlfriend, and of getting some much-needed rest from all the excitement we’ve had.

The guys, though, seem to have other ideas. I can tell by the way they’re acting, how they’re staring at Space Dodger.

“They are not going to mess things up,” I mutter. “This will not happen today.”

Don’t get me wrong. I love BD, with all my heart. Terry and Carl are pretty good to hang around with, when they’re not following BD like a couple of meteorites ready to devour a flitter’s skin. Those three are nothing but trouble once they get an idea into their heads. On more than one occasion, I’ve had to steer them onto the path of sanity and force them to remain there. It’s really hard being the only sane person in this group, but I manage.

Interview with the Author

When did you first think about writing and what prompted you to submit your first manuscript?

I’ve been writing most of my life—essays and book reports in school were enjoyed, a diary, and finally contest entries in my mid-twenties. Once my youngest came along, my husband urged me to take up writing professionally. It was while I was still taking classes from The Institute of Children’s Literature and Writer’s Digest Schools that I submitted my first manuscript, for a short story. It was published in Living Magazine in 1996.
Generally, how long does it take you to write a book?

It depends on the book, how much research I’ve done prior to starting, and how the characters are speaking to me. The Canoples Investigations series never really takes long. Those characters are always impatient, ready to get going on their next adventure. The story flows from beginning to end quickly, usually taking no more than a month. Other books take longer, mostly because I need to backtrack and fill in information near the beginning.

Do you have a set schedule for writing or do you just go with the flow?

I go with the flow. The characters need to be alive in my head or nothing happens. They are in control of the book. Oh, I’ve tried outlining, but by the third chapter, the whole thing flies out the window and we’re going by the seat of our pants.


Interview with Cassie Wills

What is your favorite occupation?

I’m currently the only female member of a group of teenage private investigators on a space station. I’d say that’s a totally hot occupation. Once, I thought I’d get into the computers used in manufacturing, but now that sounds pretty boring compared to the adventures we have.

What is your most treasured possession?

No one really knows this, because the guys would give me such a hard time if they knew. See, BD, Carl, and Terry all think I’m just like they are, always ready for the next case. But I love reading and I have a couple of old books that someone was about to throw into the recycler. I mean, they’re printed on paper. Can you imagine that? People on Earth once printed books on paper instead of having an electronic file on their PocketPad. That’s so amazing. It’s much more relaxing to read a book where you have to turn the pages.

What or who is the greatest love of your life?

My guy is BD Bradford. He’s infuriating at times, sweet the rest of the time. He’ll drive me nuts with his overprotective attitude, and then he’ll do something totally out of the norm and I’ll love him that much more. There will never be anyone else, as far as I’m concerned. BD isn’t someone you can pin down, but I love him all the more because of that.

Social Media Links

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/K.C.SprayberryAuthor/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/kcsowriter

Blog: http://outofcontrolcharacters.blogspot.com/

Website: www.kcsprayberry.com

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5011219.K_C_Sprayberry

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B005DI1YOU

Google +: https://plus.google.com/u/0/+KcSprayberry/posts

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/kcsprayberry/boards/

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Midweek Tease: Desert Deception

MWTease15Welcome to this week’s edition of the Midweek Tease. With only 17 days until Christmas Eve, I find myself running around like a chicken with my head cut off! The house is finally decorated, many of the gifts purchased, and now it’s a matter of wrapping and stuffing stockings as well as preparing the food we’ll eat that day.

Today, I’m pleased to bring you another excerpt from Desert Deception, my new release, available in both digital and paperback version. If you are part of the KDP Select, you can read it for free.

desertdeception-600x960Seeing is believing, or is it?

When high-powered Santa Fe attorney Casey Stevens reluctantly returns to Fortune for Gold Rush Days, she is drawn to Cole Walker Junior, but he is no longer the shy, quiet boy she recalls. Then again, Cole isn’t the only one who has changed. The town may be celebrating its past, but someone is trying to destroy its future. A hit and run accident leaves Fortune’s only lawyer in a coma, forcing Casey to choose between helping innocent people and running away once more. Can she face the demons of her past or will they destroy her this time?

Cole Warner has a secret identity, one he’s determined to protect at all costs. The police officer, volunteer firefighter, and part-time store owner, is also popular western novelist, CJ Coleson, who uses Fortune and its people as the inspiration for his books. Having Casey walk into his life turns it upside down. When someone starts using the murders in Cole’s books to stage a killing spree of their own, keeping his secret may be too costly, but admitting the truth could ruin any chance they have for a happily ever after.

As the bodies pile up and the buildings burn down, Casey and Cole have to work together to stop a madman with gold fever before more people die. The answer lies on Superstition Mountain or is it all a desert deception?

Here’s this week’s tease. Enjoy!

Cole carried the copy of Black Widow back to the cash and set it down next to the other two.

“It’s amazing we don’t find more damn fools out there with broken necks. Superstition Mountain and the wilderness are dangerous at the best of times, but around those old mines, the ground’s unstable. Some of those pits were holes in the ground they’ve just backfilled.” He shook his head. “Ever since those guys dry-panned a small fortune in gold nuggets last summer after the quake, we’ve had more and more prospectors coming through town, desperate to hit it rich. The campground’s still overflowing, just as it’s been despite the hot summer we’ve had. I guess there’s still no cure for gold fever.”

“Unfortunately, no, nor for stupidity, and I think it takes more than a little of both to go off into the mountains when the temperature’s well above one hundred and ten degrees in the shade, if you can find any. The quake really shook things up, and then those two days of rain … Those nuggets could’ve come from anywhere, including the Skansen mines. It’s a real shame, but it all comes down to greed no matter how you sugarcoat it. I’ve had Eddy Ramos in complaining at least a dozen times in the last two months. Sometimes he doesn’t seem to be firing on all cylinders, but he’s incensed about this. It seems people are trespassing all over the place, and he wants me to make an example of them.”

“Of course he does. Just because he’s the company’s CEO doesn’t mean he actually has to do anything, like posting signs or hiring more security.”

“Security costs money, and if he can get us to do it for free…” He shook his head. “No matter how many no trespassing signs Skansen Mining posts, if someone wants to get into the mine, they will.” Hal frowned and huffed out a frustrated breath. “I talked to Ms. Minerva a couple of months ago when he came to me the first time and asked her to consider cementing the entrances to those old shafts, but she refused. She’s got this thing about the historical significance of the area and her legacy. Eddy’s on my side, claims keeping the shafts the way they do costs them a fortune in liability insurance. He’s looking into solar-powered security cameras, but so far that hasn’t happened. He mentioned selling off some of the excess land and a few of the unpatented mining claims from the early strikes.”

“Eddy can say that all he wants, but we both know he can’t do it. He may have the title of CEO, but when it comes right down to it, Ms. Minerva runs that company, and everyone knows it. She won’t part with as much as a grain of sand. I don’t understand why she hasn’t cut him off. When she dies, he’ll blow through that money like a hot knife through butter.”

“I agree.” Hal tipped back his Stetson and leaned against the counter. “He’s got two ex-wives to support, only because he was smart enough not to marry the others. He’s moved in with Minerva, claims it’s his responsibility to watch out for her, but my guess is his latest skirt gave him the heave-ho and kicked him out of that fancy condominium, and his aunt is too damn nice to do the same.”

Cole chuckled and rubbed his chin. “That man just doesn’t learn.” He frowned. “When does the anthropologist think Leon died?”

“Twelve to fifteen months ago, probably closer to twelve. That’s about the time of the quake, so it’s possible the mountain shook him off, just like it did those nuggets. The animals had lots of time to scatter his remains, but the jeans kept most of his lower half intact.”

Cole shook his head. “Got to hand it to denim for durability. I figured, given the shape of the bones, they’d been out there for years. Didn’t anyone report him missing?”

“Apparently not. Since we have no proof Leon’s death was anything but an unfortunate accident, Apache Junction PD have taken over the case, but they’ve run into a little problem.”

“What’s the issue?”

“According to government records, Leon’s living in Apache Junction and still collecting his pension and social security. His bank account’s been active—rent paid, regular withdrawals made—but that’s damn hard to do when you’re scattered all over hell’s half acre.”

“Are we looking at identity theft?” he frowned.

“Maybe, but he’d have to be one brave son of a bitch to move into the guy’s apartment. No. They’ve found family—a nephew you might know—Trent Gibbs.”

“That’s a name I haven’t heard in awhile. He was never one of my favorite people. Obviously he and his uncle weren’t close if he didn’t even know the man was missing.” The idea the poor old guy might’ve lain there alive but injured, before eventually succumbing to the heat and lack of water, twisted his gut.

“Can’t be sure of that. Gibbs works for Skansen Mining, and they want me to have a talk with him—see what I think of the guy. The police have called the bank and have put a hold on the account. Apparently there’s a safety deposit box, too. AJPD will get a warrant for it and follow up with the landlady, see when she saw him last or at least describe the person who’s been using the apartment. Trent works for Skansen Mining, so I’ll go over there and talk to him tomorrow.”

“From what I remember of him, Trent wasn’t exactly Mr. Reliability.” Cole scratched his head. “I can’t see him going out of his way to help anyone. He looks after Number One, and that’s it. Mom told me his wife finally got fed up with his antics, took the kids, and went back to her family somewhere in the Midwest, I think. What does he do at Skansen’s?”

“He’s their head accountant.”

Cole burst out laughing. “Seriously?”

Hal nodded.

“As I recall, he and Eddy were thick as thieves in school, which is probably how he got the job, but he’s the last man I’d put in charge of my books. Hell, if I shook hands with him, I would count my fingers afterwards and check for my watch. He almost got kicked out of school for taking bets on the high school football team.” Using the electronic scanner, he totaled the sale. “I realize this was labelled an accident, but it’s possible whoever’s using that money knows what really happened. Maybe they had something to do with his fall.”

“True enough, but unless someone confesses to the crime, we’d never be able to make a murder charge stick. Not enough evidence.”

Cole shook his head. “And they say there’s no such thing as the perfect crime.”

Want to read more? Desert Deception is available from all Amazon retailers.


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Tuesday Tales: A Christmas Story from a Picture

badge-for-tt-very-small-1Good morning. Well, December is here and with it comes snow and Christmas. Last weekend, my grandchildren and I started decorating for the season.  So far, the manger and upstairs tree are up and the decorations outside make things less dark at night. I have many more things to do before Christmas comes! This morning, I’m starting a seven-week serial story based on the six pictures and words we were given for the next seven weeks. I wanted a challenge to jumpstart my brain, which seems to have gone into a holding pattern now that Desert Deception is finished.  I’ll get back to Wedding Bell Blues in January since we aren’t too far from the climax and denouement now.

To start off my Christmas story, here is the photograph I’ve chosen, and I’ve titled the story,  Candy Kayne’s Christmas. I hope you’ll enjoy it. Remember, when the prompt is only the picture, all you’ll get is 300 words!


Chapter One

Candace pulled the last tray of sugar cookies out of the oven and placed them on the rack to cool. Why she’d volunteered to participate in the Downtown Merchants Twelve Days of Christmas Cookie Extravaganza was beyond her. It had taken hours to bake the minimum twelve dozen cookies, and she still had to ice them. Of course, she would only frost a dozen or two to start with, but they represented a sizable time investment in a questionable venture.

Kayne’s Coffee, a gourmet coffee shop, specialized in the sale of freshly roasted coffee beans, and other coffee related items, such as mugs, coffeemakers, and every imaginable accessory available. While she had several local customers, business was almost at a standstill at this time of year. During the summer, when the tourists visited the local attractions in droves, business was brisk, and she sold coffee by the mugful, along with her freshly roasted ground coffee beans, and everything a coffee aficionado could possibly want. For the season, she’d brought in a variety of hot chocolate mixes, and fancy marshmallows, but … If by some miracle she managed to make a hundred and forty-four sales, she would be thrilled, but more than likely she would be drinking hot chocolate with snowman-shaped marshmallows floating in it and eating candy cane-shaped sugar cookies until spring—the last thing her hips needed.

She sighed. “I really should bite the bullet and leave Willow Falls. There’s nothing to keep me here anymore.” Her voice echoed loudly in the kitchen of the apartment above her store. “But I can’t go back to Manhattan, and I’ve got nowhere else to go.”

What was it people said about going home? Some said you could never go back; others said it was you were loved no matter what.

That’s it for this week. Come back next week to see how Candace’s Christmas shapes up. Please take the time now to check out the other selections on  Tuesday Tales