Want to read some great excerpts?
Want to chat with some awesome authors?
Want a chance to win some super-cool prizes?
Well, today's the day!
Aspen Mountain Press will be at Loves Romances Cafe from 12PM-5PM EDT today to offer a sneak peek at the new Aurora Regency/Aurora Regency Historicals lines coming from AMP, and I will be there posting excerpts from The Pursuit, chatting, all kinds of fun stuff.
And, Aspen Mountain Press is hosting a contest to celebrate their fourth anniversary and you will have the change to win a first edition Georgette Heyer novel, a Nook ereader, and all kinds of other great stuff!
This is how it works (and how easy it is!)
From July 23-August 1, Aspen Mountain Press is conducting its big fourth anniversary bash and if you want the presents, here’s what you have to do.
1. Post a comment to Aspen Mountain Press blog.
2. Post a comment to the twin blog post at the Aurora Regency blog.
3. Sign up for the AMP newsletter.
4. Participate in the AMP Anniversary bash party on August 1 at the AMP Community Loop from 7 to 11 pm EST. We’ll have a thread specifically for entries there where you’ll have to shout out.
And that’s all you have to do to win a Nook e-reader from Aspen Mountain Press. Other prizes like downloads and gift baskets will be given away at specific chat events.
So, come join me and other talented authors at the LR&M E-cafe, the Aurora authors are chatting from 10 am to 5 pm. Your first chance to win is at the Aurora launch party–we’ll be giving away a “Good Night With a Historical Romance” basket with downloads, a hot chocolate set and a FIRST EDITION Georgette Heyer! Gift basket is worth $100! So show up at the Love Romances and More E-Cafe for your chance to win.
Next week, you can chat with AMP authors including Cynnarra Trenarth, Maura Anderson, Lena Austin, Lizzie T. Leaf, Celina Summers, Marguerite Butler, Kimberly Nee, Arabella Sheraton, Colleen Stormer, Dominique Eastwick, V. Mark Covington, Raine Delight, Kara Griffin, Viki Lyn, Cynthia Vespia, Jade Buchanan, Barbara Custer, Sloane Taylor and Chris Morrow. We’re giving away downloads from most and many other prizes as well. You can find them at chats–on July 27th at TRS Blue from 12 to 8, Romance Excerpts Only all day on July 28 and Love Romances and More on July 30 from 8 to 5 EST.
So the first step is to post a comment to the blog posts. Then the Aurora Regency/ Aurora Regency Historicals authors today at the Love Romances and More E-cafe! And good luck!
Hope to see you there!!!!
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Thursday, July 15, 2010
Thursday, July 01, 2010
Shameless Promo, Part III!
Here is a little peek at what you'll find over at LovesRomancesCafe!
Garrett McKenzie needs to staff his new home, but when he sees Katherine, the position that comes to mind does not involve mops and buckets. Determined to woo his lovely new maid into his bed, he will do whatever necessary to keep her there.
But when Katherine’s past comes back to haunt her, Garrett will do whatever he has to in order to prove to her that she can trust him with her life, as well as with her love.
Garrett watched as the tall woman ran at him, priming himself for the imminent impact. A short, barrel-chested fellow was close at her heels, but Garrett wasn’t concerned about the man. Perhaps he had good reason to be chasing the lady. If not, Garrett would know soon enough and remove her from harm’s way before making scraps of the little bastard giving chase.
So he waited, his blood pounding in his ears, pulsing through his veins. A muscle tensed in his back, but then the little man looked up from his quarry. As quickly as he appeared, he halted his chase and simply melted away into the shadows.
Unfortunately, the woman failed to notice she was no longer being pursued. She didn’t so much as glance over her shoulder. Whump!
He caught her easily, although she slammed into him with hard enough to knock him back several steps. His left ankle twisted as he braced that foot to halt his momentum, but he held on. For a long moment, her body pressed against his. With her generous height, they matched up almost perfectly, setting off a ripple through his entire body. He savored the soft feel of her for an all-too brief moment. “Easy, love. Easy. I mean you no harm.”
Her body heaved against him as she fought to catch her breath, her arms limp at her sides. The peace only lasted a minute or so before she jerked free and shoved him away. “Unhand me!”
He held up both hands. “I said I’ll not hurt you.”
She spun about to stare into the shadows behind her. “Where is he? Sanders? Where did he go?”
“That I can’t say. He looked up, probably saw me, and thought better of continuing his pursuit. Disappeared into the darkness and skulked away, I assume.”
Her gasps slowed, and she shoved a loose curl away from her face. “Bloody hell…”
He tugged his handkerchief from the pocket of his frock coat to press into her hand. “Tell me, who was that you were running from? The devil, perhaps?”
“No. The devil isn’t nearly as frightening.” She snatched the handkerchief from him and dabbed it against her brow as she straightened. “I thank you.”
“Of course.”
The handkerchief came away from her face. “Did you say he disappeared?”
“I did, and he did. Now, do you wish to tell me why he was chasing you? Did you snatch something of his, perhaps?”
Her brows met as she scowled up at him. “Absolutely not.” She shoved the wrinkled handkerchief at him. “I thank you for this, apologize for running into you, and now I think I will go back inside.”
“Very well, if you didn’t steal something from him, why was he chasing you? Do you owe him money?”
At first, she seemed to be on the verge of confessing but caught herself, pressing her lips together. “Of course not. Now, if you will excuse me—”
He didn’t know what madness possessed him to lean toward her other than the overwhelming urge to feel her lips against his. An urge he couldn’t ignore, didn’t want to ignore. He wanted to kiss her.
Lights exploded before his eyes and pain lit up the inside of his skull as her fist connected solidly with his jaw.
A perfect punch.
He staggered back a step. “Jesus!”
“There’ll be none of that now, sir! I don’t do that!” She shook out her hand as if the blow hurt her as much as it hurt him.
He resisted the urge to rub the sore spot on his jaw, even as bells clanged against the inside of his skull. “Beg your pardon, my lady, but I’m not about to rape you.”
Her hand went still. Wide-eyed, she stared at him. “Oh dear…I apologize, of course, sir. I—I suppose I panicked.”
He chuckled, giving into the urge to rub his jaw with one hand. “You hit the way a man would.”
“I apologized, didn’t I? Now let me see if I’ve done any damage.”
He got his first good look at her as she lifted her face to his. “You’re that barmaid, aren’t you? The redhead Jefferson was giving a hard time.”
She lifted her hand to his jaw, brushing him where her fist met his face moments earlier. “I do believe you’ve the beginnings of a bruise. Again, I apologize.”
“Please don’t. It’s nice to see you could defend yourself if the need ever arose—for the most part, anyhow.”
Her eyes glittered in the moonlight like black opals, but he knew they weren’t black. They were hazel. A lovely combination of brown and green, although earlier he thought they seemed more green than brown. “Even so, I apologize just the same.”
As his jaw hurt only a bit, he managed a smile. “There is no need. I must admit, this isn’t exactly how I hoped to meet you but the end result is what I wished for. Have you a name, then, my lady?”
“I thank you for catching me, but if you will excuse me, I must get back inside.”
He caught her by the wrist as she stepped back. “Ah, but you will at least tell me your name, won’t you? I did save you from a fate worse than death, didn’t I?”
“I suppose.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “So grateful, sweetheart. So grateful, indeed.”
She gave him a sour look. “My name is not sweetheart and I’d appreciate it if you’d not keep calling me that.”
“Then what is it?”
Taking a deep breath, she said, “Kat-ah, I mean, Katherine. Katherine Bainbridge.”
“Kat, eh?” He repeated it as if tasting it slowly. “I like it, even if it is unusual. It goes quite well with strong arm of yours.”
“Yes, I suppose it does.” She sighed, softening her sharp tone. “I apologize for my rudeness. I should be thanking you.”
“Think nothing of it. I’ll put it down to being frightened.” He offered her his arm. “Come, let me at least see you inside—to make certain no more harm befalls you. Tell me, did you know that man chasing you?”
“Oh, no. Not at all. I’ve never seen him before this evening,” she replied, averting her gaze and taking a quick step back. “Most likely one of Miller’s drunken louts who thought nothing of his pawing earlier or trying to take that pawing further still.”
Garrett thought her reply a bit too quick, too vehement, to be the truth. But, if she knew the man, it was her business. If she wished to tell him, fine. If not, it was fine with him as well.
Katherine cleared her throat softly. “I do appreciate your catching me, however, Mr.—”
“McKenzie,” he replied easily, his gaze holding hers for a long moment. “Garrett McKenzie.”
The Pursuit
~ The Synopsis ~
Born into privilege, Katherine Bainbridge never thought the day would come when she would be happy to find work as a maid. But having fled London to avoid being tried, convicted and hanged for murder, she will take whatever work she can get, even if the offer comes from the most beautiful man she has ever seen.Garrett McKenzie needs to staff his new home, but when he sees Katherine, the position that comes to mind does not involve mops and buckets. Determined to woo his lovely new maid into his bed, he will do whatever necessary to keep her there.
But when Katherine’s past comes back to haunt her, Garrett will do whatever he has to in order to prove to her that she can trust him with her life, as well as with her love.
~ The Excerpt ~
Garrett watched as the tall woman ran at him, priming himself for the imminent impact. A short, barrel-chested fellow was close at her heels, but Garrett wasn’t concerned about the man. Perhaps he had good reason to be chasing the lady. If not, Garrett would know soon enough and remove her from harm’s way before making scraps of the little bastard giving chase.
So he waited, his blood pounding in his ears, pulsing through his veins. A muscle tensed in his back, but then the little man looked up from his quarry. As quickly as he appeared, he halted his chase and simply melted away into the shadows.
Unfortunately, the woman failed to notice she was no longer being pursued. She didn’t so much as glance over her shoulder. Whump!
He caught her easily, although she slammed into him with hard enough to knock him back several steps. His left ankle twisted as he braced that foot to halt his momentum, but he held on. For a long moment, her body pressed against his. With her generous height, they matched up almost perfectly, setting off a ripple through his entire body. He savored the soft feel of her for an all-too brief moment. “Easy, love. Easy. I mean you no harm.”
Her body heaved against him as she fought to catch her breath, her arms limp at her sides. The peace only lasted a minute or so before she jerked free and shoved him away. “Unhand me!”
He held up both hands. “I said I’ll not hurt you.”
She spun about to stare into the shadows behind her. “Where is he? Sanders? Where did he go?”
“That I can’t say. He looked up, probably saw me, and thought better of continuing his pursuit. Disappeared into the darkness and skulked away, I assume.”
Her gasps slowed, and she shoved a loose curl away from her face. “Bloody hell…”
He tugged his handkerchief from the pocket of his frock coat to press into her hand. “Tell me, who was that you were running from? The devil, perhaps?”
“No. The devil isn’t nearly as frightening.” She snatched the handkerchief from him and dabbed it against her brow as she straightened. “I thank you.”
“Of course.”
The handkerchief came away from her face. “Did you say he disappeared?”
“I did, and he did. Now, do you wish to tell me why he was chasing you? Did you snatch something of his, perhaps?”
Her brows met as she scowled up at him. “Absolutely not.” She shoved the wrinkled handkerchief at him. “I thank you for this, apologize for running into you, and now I think I will go back inside.”
“Very well, if you didn’t steal something from him, why was he chasing you? Do you owe him money?”
At first, she seemed to be on the verge of confessing but caught herself, pressing her lips together. “Of course not. Now, if you will excuse me—”
He didn’t know what madness possessed him to lean toward her other than the overwhelming urge to feel her lips against his. An urge he couldn’t ignore, didn’t want to ignore. He wanted to kiss her.
Lights exploded before his eyes and pain lit up the inside of his skull as her fist connected solidly with his jaw.
A perfect punch.
He staggered back a step. “Jesus!”
“There’ll be none of that now, sir! I don’t do that!” She shook out her hand as if the blow hurt her as much as it hurt him.
He resisted the urge to rub the sore spot on his jaw, even as bells clanged against the inside of his skull. “Beg your pardon, my lady, but I’m not about to rape you.”
Her hand went still. Wide-eyed, she stared at him. “Oh dear…I apologize, of course, sir. I—I suppose I panicked.”
He chuckled, giving into the urge to rub his jaw with one hand. “You hit the way a man would.”
“I apologized, didn’t I? Now let me see if I’ve done any damage.”
He got his first good look at her as she lifted her face to his. “You’re that barmaid, aren’t you? The redhead Jefferson was giving a hard time.”
She lifted her hand to his jaw, brushing him where her fist met his face moments earlier. “I do believe you’ve the beginnings of a bruise. Again, I apologize.”
“Please don’t. It’s nice to see you could defend yourself if the need ever arose—for the most part, anyhow.”
Her eyes glittered in the moonlight like black opals, but he knew they weren’t black. They were hazel. A lovely combination of brown and green, although earlier he thought they seemed more green than brown. “Even so, I apologize just the same.”
As his jaw hurt only a bit, he managed a smile. “There is no need. I must admit, this isn’t exactly how I hoped to meet you but the end result is what I wished for. Have you a name, then, my lady?”
“I thank you for catching me, but if you will excuse me, I must get back inside.”
He caught her by the wrist as she stepped back. “Ah, but you will at least tell me your name, won’t you? I did save you from a fate worse than death, didn’t I?”
“I suppose.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “So grateful, sweetheart. So grateful, indeed.”
She gave him a sour look. “My name is not sweetheart and I’d appreciate it if you’d not keep calling me that.”
“Then what is it?”
Taking a deep breath, she said, “Kat-ah, I mean, Katherine. Katherine Bainbridge.”
“Kat, eh?” He repeated it as if tasting it slowly. “I like it, even if it is unusual. It goes quite well with strong arm of yours.”
“Yes, I suppose it does.” She sighed, softening her sharp tone. “I apologize for my rudeness. I should be thanking you.”
“Think nothing of it. I’ll put it down to being frightened.” He offered her his arm. “Come, let me at least see you inside—to make certain no more harm befalls you. Tell me, did you know that man chasing you?”
“Oh, no. Not at all. I’ve never seen him before this evening,” she replied, averting her gaze and taking a quick step back. “Most likely one of Miller’s drunken louts who thought nothing of his pawing earlier or trying to take that pawing further still.”
Garrett thought her reply a bit too quick, too vehement, to be the truth. But, if she knew the man, it was her business. If she wished to tell him, fine. If not, it was fine with him as well.
Katherine cleared her throat softly. “I do appreciate your catching me, however, Mr.—”
“McKenzie,” he replied easily, his gaze holding hers for a long moment. “Garrett McKenzie.”
~*~
Shameless Promo Part II!!!
Pop in and visit me (and a bunch of other great writers) over at the LovesRomancesCafe, I'll be dropping by to post excerpts from the Pursuit. It's a piece of cake to join, so come on over and take a look!
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Shameless Promo!!!
Well lookee here! It's an interview with...
ME!
Go check out The Aurora Regency Blog and learn a little more about this awesome new line from Aspen Mountain Press!
Oh, and if you pop over here, to the Aspen Mountain Press Coming Soon page, you can read up on The Pursuit, read an excerpt, and check out these other, equally awesome titles coming out in just a few weeks.
Go. Now. I command you. :D
Please.
ME!
Go check out The Aurora Regency Blog and learn a little more about this awesome new line from Aspen Mountain Press!
Oh, and if you pop over here, to the Aspen Mountain Press Coming Soon page, you can read up on The Pursuit, read an excerpt, and check out these other, equally awesome titles coming out in just a few weeks.
Go. Now. I command you. :D
Please.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
My To-Do List
Okay, I don't actually keep a to-do list. I probably should, because there's always something that, at the end of the day, has me slapping myself in the forehead because I forgot to do it. It's usually something important - like feed the kids - or something that I know will hold me up (the doctor's appointment that, had I called to schedule today, would have gotten me in tomorrow. But since I forgot to call, said doctor won't have an opening for 18 months now.)
So, I should make a New Year's Resolution to create real, concrete, Post-It to my laptop monitor To-Do lists.
With that in mind, here it is:
1. Finish manuscript info form to send back on Devil in Disguise. I've been working on this for almost 2 weeks. Why so long? The damn cover copy. Here is a HUGE shout-out to Grace and Marguerite for helping me. Three paragraphs and it's taken me forever to write (and about 30 seconds for these two wonderful chicks to point out what was awful about it and help me fix it.)
2. Intro blog post for the Aurora Regency blog.
3. Interview questions that have been a-waitin' me for two days. I swear I'm getting to them before today is over.
4. Final edits on The Pursuit. Please, please, please don't let me find anything huge and glaring, error-wise
5. I'm the coordinator for the Paranormal category in NJRW's Put Your Heart in a Book contest. Apparently Paranormal is still hot, because I was swamped with entries. I have to organize and get the entries out to the first round judges. Without forgetting anything. God help me. :D
That's just today, and it doesn't include the non-writerly stuff I have to do. I think my head just might explode.
Then again, I'd rather have all this writerly stuff to do, than not have any of it. See how everything evens out in the end? ;p
So, I should make a New Year's Resolution to create real, concrete, Post-It to my laptop monitor To-Do lists.
With that in mind, here it is:
1. Finish manuscript info form to send back on Devil in Disguise. I've been working on this for almost 2 weeks. Why so long? The damn cover copy. Here is a HUGE shout-out to Grace and Marguerite for helping me. Three paragraphs and it's taken me forever to write (and about 30 seconds for these two wonderful chicks to point out what was awful about it and help me fix it.)
2. Intro blog post for the Aurora Regency blog.
3. Interview questions that have been a-waitin' me for two days. I swear I'm getting to them before today is over.
4. Final edits on The Pursuit. Please, please, please don't let me find anything huge and glaring, error-wise
5. I'm the coordinator for the Paranormal category in NJRW's Put Your Heart in a Book contest. Apparently Paranormal is still hot, because I was swamped with entries. I have to organize and get the entries out to the first round judges. Without forgetting anything. God help me. :D
That's just today, and it doesn't include the non-writerly stuff I have to do. I think my head just might explode.
Then again, I'd rather have all this writerly stuff to do, than not have any of it. See how everything evens out in the end? ;p
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