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Friday, March 26, 2010

Cupid's Arrow by Angela Nicelle

Title: Cupid's Arrow
Release Date: Feb. 14, 2010
Authors: Angela Nichelle
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Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing
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Genre: Paranormal

Blurb: Safina Ralph is single on Valentine's Day. She's determined to have a good time in L.A. away from her home in Chicago with her friend, Lynn. The two of them have exclusive passes to Red, the hottest nightclub on Venice Beach. Just as the festive atmosphere begins to coax Safina into the party mood, she notices someone, or something in the rafters, shooting arrows into the crowd of unsuspecting partygoers below! 

Chaos erupts as Safina races to stop the attack. When she confronts Kal, one of the club's sexy owners, Safina's sure he's the attacker despite his warm reassurances and her body's hot response to his touch. Consumed with overwhelming feelings of déjà vu and desire, Safina is relieved to get back home but she can't shake unsettling questions and Kal's handsome face from her mind. 

After their encounter at Red, Kal tracks Safina down in Chicago with questions of his own. And the answers for them both could be the key to everything they've wished for, but will Safina accept the truth and can Kal trust his heart?

Welcome Angela Nichelle, it’s nice to have you here. What is your latest Author Offering? 
Cupid's Arrow! 

What is Cupid's Arrow all about? 
This suspense-filled romance is about two lovers finding their way back to each other. My heroine has been hoping to find 'the one' but neither expected to find the other in the midst of such unusual circumstances.  

What was your inspiration? 
Greek mythology! I've always been fascinated with those stories. I've read all them over and over and what better inspiration for Valentine's Day than Eros a.k.a Cupid himself!

Why paranormal? What’s the draw? 
I love being able to stretch the boundaries of my imagination and adding the unexpected element to my stories. 

Tell me, what was your reaction when you received your very first contract to be published? 
Honestly, stunned disbelief and then I got up and danced around quietly as my husband put the kids to bed.

How did you celebrate?
We celebrated together later with my favorite chocolate martini. 

Now for some fun stuff. Since your book is a Valentine's story, tell us what you and your husband did for Valentine’s Day. 
I wasn't feeling well on V-Day, so we stayed in and ordered Thai. 

Sorry you were ill, but ordering in can be romantic too. Tell me, do you think chocolates and flowers are the way to a woman’s heart? 
I think it's a good start. 

What would be your ultimate Valentine’s Day?
 *sigh* No kids, warm sunshine on the beachfront, chilled wine, soft music and 5 star chef preparing delicious foods and decadent desserts! 

Milk chocolate or dark? 
Hmmm....Dark, no milk chocolate...they're really great together, you know? 

Thank you so much for joining me! Any last moment comments you’d like to add? 
Thanks for having me, Rie!   

      Safina splashed cold water on her face several times before meeting her reflection in the decorative oval mirror hanging over the modern basin. Some curls had escaped from her fancy up-do, but that was the only sign to indicate she had experienced something out of the ordinary. Pulling a paper napkin off the marble counter, she patted the moisture from her face.
      There was something about . . . she didn't even know his name. Safina shivered, remembering the awareness she’d experienced when his hard body had pressed so close to her own. Even in her dazed state, the scent of his cologne and the feel of his arms wrapped under her thighs had sent her heart racing.
      Maybe Lynn was right; time to go back to the hotel. Taking a deep breath, she shut off the bathroom light and opened the door, instantly aware her friend was gone. "Where did Lynn go?"
      Kallias downed the contents of his glass. "I told her I'd bring you back out after you had a few more moments to regroup. I'm Kal, by the way."
      Safina looked around the beautifully decorated room. There were large mirrors on all the walls and an interesting collection of art pieces adorning the wooden shelves facing the desk Kal now rested against. Red was obviously doing very well.
      "How do you feel now?"
      Tearing her gaze off the exquisite ivory sculpture of a man and woman intertwined in an intimate embrace, Safina met Kal's dark brown eyes. "Better." Except for the fact she was now experiencing a serious case of déjà vu on top of everything else.
      "Beautiful, isn't?" Kallias asked, coming to stand by her and the suggestive artwork.
      Safina nodded, afraid to speak. Just his presence evoked a response from her body she didn't understand. Goosebumps prickled along her skin as she sucked in a deep breath. Unconsciously, she took a step away from Kallias, who turned from the statue to study her.
      Those lips, those dark eyes, his voice was so familiar. She couldn't breathe. She wanted to escape whatever was happening to her. She needed to escape before she rushed into his arms. "I-I'm gonna go. Thanks, Kal."
      Safina turned and rushed for the door, letting out a yelp when Kallias stopped her with a sharp tug on her arm.
      Kallias moved close, bringing his face a centimeter, maybe two, from hers. "Do I know you?"
      His hand on her skin was more than she could bear. Pleasurable tingles raced from his warm touch up and down her bare arm. With wide eyes, Safina tried to yank free but he held fast. "Please—"
      Kallias cut her off with a kiss. His lips melded with hers and Safina forgot about struggling and moaned, going limp in his arms. She kissed him back, enjoying the heat and passion she could taste as he stroked her tongue, remembering . . . remembering something. Finding a bit of strength, Safina wrenched away, breathing hard.
      Kallias licked his bottom lip and appeared to be just as bemused as she was. Safina used his momentary confusion to break free of his grasp. Pivoting on the balls of her high-heeled shoes, she bolted for the door. 

Friday, March 19, 2010

Pretend Mom by Rita Hestand

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Title:   Pretend Mom
Release Date:  December 11, 2009
Author:  Rita Hestand
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Publisher: Smashwords and Create
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Genre:  Contemporary romance

Blurb:   Dixie came home to be with her family, get some needed rest and see Kevin one last time. She'd had a teenage crush on him and seven years later she wants to find out if that's all it was. She hadn't planned on running into Kevin's brother, Mike and his adorable little daughter either. Amanda wanted her to play...Pretend mom with her. 

Welcome Rita Hestand! What is your latest offering?
Pretend Mom 

What is Pretend Mom all about?  
Pretend Mom is about a girl who leaves home for fortune and fame and finds it in New York, but seven years later comes home to find out if she's still in love with her childhood sweetheart. She doesn't plan on running into Mike Dalton, her nemisis from the past. Nor does she realize just how much, or how fast he set her heart on fire. But the clencher is, his daughter who wants her to play Pretend Mom.

Unfortunately, Dixie's career is in New York, not Texas and she must leave her heart at home again. Can she do it?

That sounds like a sweet story. How did you come up with the idea?
I'd worked on this plot for a long time, years in fact. I wrote it and rewrote it. Originally  the childhood sweetheart was to be a preacher, but found this was just too much to deal with, and changed him to a politician. A definite no-no in New York books. 
It's set in my home town of Wylie, Texas. And I tried to bring out the flavor of small home towns. It's a sweet romance with a lot of small town flavor. But the hero is to die for and Dixie has some interesting phobias to overcome too. 

Tell me about your past releases and a little secret about yourself that no one else knows—I promise I won’t tell! 
There is my series, The Travers Brothers, the first three are written, I'm working on the last brother now.  Chief Cook and Bottle Washer, Courting Abby, and Hannah's Man. The last of the series is Along Came Love, the hardest to write because I'm saying goodbye to them.

I've written, Nick's Baby, Strictly Business, Pretend Mom, Heart of the Wild, Suspicions of the Heart. I also have a seven book children's series. A stand alone children's book, a collection of short stories for kids, a new book of poetry, and a western coming out in March called Jodi's Journey with Whimsical Publications. 

A secret? I've always loved western movies and John Wayne. Now I'm writing westerns, I've finished my second western, Beyond the Dream Catcher and have started my third, a western serial killer. 

Any new releases on the horizon this year?
My children's book, Willy and the Spider is being released in March by Guardian Angel Publishing.
Jodi's Journey, coming March 2010, Whimsical Publications
Beyond the Dream Catcher- at the publishers desk now
Better Off Without Her-finishing
Last of the Travers Brothers books, Along Came Love
Two sequels to Heart of The Wild
And another children's book, JoJo the One Eyed Puppy 

What are you working on right now?
Several of the above, both series books, and a third western

Thank you for joining me, Rita Hestand. Is there anything else you'd like the readers to know?
Most of my contemporary romances are now at Smashwords and Create Space, in electronic and print version, and reasonably priced. My westerns are at Whimsical Publications; my children's books are at Guardian Angel Publications; and my new poetry book is with Turner Maxwell Books, UK. I also have two books under consideration by Sapphire Blue Publishing.

Excerpt from Pretend Mom      
        Dixie Kincaid felt weak, almost sick. Her fear of flying had taken its toll. On wobbly legs she careened down the exit ramp toward the main gate. Taking a deep quelling breath, she pushed her chestnut hair from her face. Willing herself not to tremble, she grasped the wall for support as she glanced around for a familiar face. No one stepped forward. No one called her name. 
For a split second she secretly wished Kevin had been here to greet her. But then, she knew that was merely wishful thinking. Why should he?
It had been three long years since she'd been home, and then only to be whisked to the cemetery and back to catch her plane. It had been seven years since she had actually spent any time at her home. Much too long, she quickly realized.
She glanced about for a familiar face. There were none. And suddenly she felt very alone. Maybe because she was so used to cameras and newsmen greeting her. She had wanted it this way, she reminded herself. No cameras, no newsmen, just someone from home to greet her.
Perhaps she might have to rent a car and drive home. She hadn't thought of that. She fumbled in her purse for her luggage ticket.
"Hello, Dixie," came a lazy, southern drawl that could only belong to one man.
Before she realized his intention, his lips feather-touched hers.
Hints of cattle, hay and clean earth filled her nostrils--a strangely compelling scent.
Goose bumps prickled her skin, making her tingle
When the man pulled away with a satisfied smile, and Dixie was left to compose herself, and her thoughts.
"Welcome home." The man's voice sounded raspy.
"Mike Dalton!" she murmured aloud, trying to make sense of his actions and her reactions. Gathering her wits about her, she cast him a disdainful glance as she tried to control her shaking limbs. First an airplane ride from hell, now a bolt from the blue like Mike Dalton greeting her. And what a greeting! A kiss was the last thing she expected from Mike. What next?
Just because he kissed her didn't mean she'd changed her mind about him, nor he about her. He shouldn't be here, her mind reeled. But then she knew why he was! Summoning her control she straightened her denim jumper and gave him a guarded smile.
His eyes glistened as his moist lips firmed into a warm, welcoming smile. How could he stand there and look so self-satisfied?
His roughly etched features hinted a hawk-like quality as he stared down into her surprised face with amusement.
Mike vibrated his own brand of southern charm. His grin was too wide, his nose was a smidgen crooked, and those eyes, not even a real brown, more gold--and all seeing. His hair, a rich shade of mahogany, was short cropped and invited a ruffle as he adjusted his hat. Pleasantly handsome--and terribly compelling, he wasn't the kind of man a woman could walk away from without remembering.
In faded jeans, a white shirt and a jean jacket, he wore the word virile like some men wore after-shave.
Despite her better sense, Dixie's heart raced to an odd beat. A familiar beat she thought long forgotten. She never understood her reactions to him. No one affected her like Mike, not even his brother, Kevin. There had always been this electrical current running between them, as though there were things unspoken. It made absolutely no sense how his mere presence could affect her equilibrium. It had been seven long years since she laid eyes on Mike, and yet it seemed like yesterday as he stared back at her with that same familiar expression.
He knew instinctively how to confuse her emotionally. That kiss raised more than a little curiosity, obviously in both their minds, from the expression on his face, as though he was surprised by his own actions .
Where was her family? Why weren't they here? And why did this stubborn, handsome man have to stand here and look at her so smugly?
Deep down, Dixie suspected she knew why Mike was here. It was Kevin. Mike was still protecting his brother from the vamp. Her!
Veiling her thoughts, Dixie glanced innocently at him. "I suppose you're here to pick me up?"
"That's right. Everyone was tied up at the time. So, I volunteered."
"How nice of you. Forgive me if I'm a little startled to see you, Mike. But you're about the last person I expected."
"I gathered that much." His glance slid over her like thick hot fudge melting over ice cream. "You look a little shaken; you want to get a bite to eat?"
"That might be a good idea." At least with food in her mouth she wouldn't have to do much talking.
Mike's smooth southern drawl brought Dixie's eyes to his penetrating gaze. "Great. I forgot breakfast, myself. But let's get something down the road, okay? The prices here are outrageous."
He touched her elbow and guided her through the growing crowd. In a matter of minutes he had rescued her luggage from a baggage chute and carried both cases with ease to his slightly battered pickup.
Mike watched her hug the door with open amusement. She couldn't help but wonder if she measured up to his expectations. He certainly did to hers.
That kiss didn't fool her though--just rattled her.
Once they were settled and on their way, he switched on the air-conditioner. She had forgotten how unbearably hot it got in Texas.
"So, are you staying long?" His glance met hers across the small confines of the truck.
"No, it's just a vacation."
"Then New York is still your home?"
"It's where my work is, yes. I've been there seven years and I'm finally making progress."
He didn't seem that interested. That didn't surprise her, since Mike had been the one who had scoffed at her making a singing career seven years ago.
He maneuvered the truck like a well-trained horse.
"I've heard you on the radio." He checked the traffic before pulling onto the highway.
She swallowed a dose of pride she left behind. "I didn't think you liked rock music."
"Not particularly, no."
He didn't explain, she didn't ask.
"I kinda expected you to show up in one of those weird costumes most rock stars wear on stage."
"I don't usually travel in full make-up. I didn't want to be recognized. I even went so far as to use a phony name with the airlines. And obviously it worked."
"Yeah, I could see where that could be a problem."
She met his mocking smile.
Knowing Mike was old-fashioned and believed a woman belonged in the home, having babies, she refrained from elaborating on her work. Although she had to squelch the overwhelming desire to brag about herself. He probably wouldn't believe that she liked her work, even though it wasn't what she really wanted to do.
"So . . ." Mike drawled, his eyes escaping the long hot road long enough to send her a quizzing look. "Are you married?"
"No--uh, I've been too busy to settle down. Besides, I believe in finding Mr. Right, first."
"Mr. Right. Is that what you're waiting for?" Now he was goading her.
"I'm not waiting for anything." She squirmed as the air-conditioner made a funny noise and clicked off.
Mike banged on the dash and the air came back on. "Sorry, I've been meaning to have that fixed."
"I'm surprised you're still driving this . . ."
Grinning he nodded. "Best work truck I ever had. Couldn't give old Betsy up."
Surely this wasn't the only vehicle he owned. "You haven't bought a new one?" She bit her lip for asking.
"No need. This gets me where I want to go."
"How can you impress a woman in something like this?" she squawked.
"I'm not trying to impress anyone, especially a woman."
When an awkward silence ensued, she chanced a glance at him again. "So, why didn't Emily and the boys come with you?"
Mike didn't answer right away. The traffic was thick, people were just getting off work and Mike seemed frustrated all of a sudden. Perhaps he wanted to be rid of her.
Finally he shot her a smile and another long lazy glance as they came to an abrupt halt. Someone with car trouble ahead was holding up traffic.
"Emily got involved in the annual church charity bazaar again this year," he said. "She was elected to the committee. And you know how she gets when she's involved in something for the church. She knew you'd understand, though. Besides, it's still a long drive home, and Emily was never fond of travel. Especially traffic jams on freeways during a heat wave. I think she'll be relieved you're finally home, though."
"She sounded strange on the phone. I sensed there was something wrong."
"Oh, I wouldn't say there's anything really wrong, but she is anxious to talk to you." There was a car pulled onto the side of the road. "Do you mind if I stop and help them? They've got three kids in the back seat and, in this heat, that can't be much fun."
"No, go ahead." Dixie craned her neck to watch.
Mike shook hands with the man, and in minutes they were busy with the lug nuts. A few minutes later he came back to the truck, and threw his tools in the truck bed.
They were halfway across town when he spotted a place to eat. "This all right with you?" He gestured towards a hamburger drive in.
"Sure, sounds great right now. I'm not sure I could wait since you have to stop off and pick up a--bull, didn't you say?" She gestured toward the trailer he was pulling.
"Sorry about that. It won't take long. I've already signed the papers and paid the man, so all I have to do is load him up and take him home. It was on the way home so I figured might as well kill two birds with one stone."
"I suppose I should be grateful I didn't have to get a shuttle." She didn't look at him, but the little blond carhop on her way over to the truck captured his attention.
"Give us a couple of burgers with mustard and fries and a couple of Cokes." He ordered for her.
He glanced over at her and smiled. "Isn't that what you used to order most of the time at the Dairy Mart back home?"
She nodded, surprised that Mike Dalton would have remembered such a thing.
Dixie firmed her lips when he dished out the money, though. Being old fashioned he was bound to pay for both their meals but it still it irritated her no end.
He turned towards her, pushing his hat away from his face, and relaxing behind the wheel.
"Something wrong?"
"I can pay for my own food," she said.
"Feeling indebted, are we?" He grinned.
"Am I indebted?"
"Not in the least. Just call me old-fashioned. When a lady eats with me, she's automatically my guest."
"Thanks, I didn't have change for a hundred anyhow." She chuckled, wanting to make light of a situation she'd blown out of proportion.
He smiled--this time with her, not at her--and some of the tension between them eased. Still, Dixie knew exactly why Mike was here. He was making good and sure she left his brother alone. Why Mike had tried to come between her and Kevin all those years ago, she didn't know. After all, it had always been a one-sided affair. Kevin had no feelings for her…at least not back then, but maybe now--
"Glad you haven't lost your sense of humor." He leaned back and smiled at her.
"So, Emily is still doing volunteer work?" She groped for a change in subject. Too many compliments from Mike could be dangerous.
"Never stopped as far as I know."
How silly she'd been. She should have known Emily always got involved in community projects, offering to do almost everything herself. Of course, she had too many irons in the fire to come to the airport. And she did get carsick. Funny how things like that slipped your mind when you hadn't been home in so long.
Still, not having family to greet her at the airport left Dixie feeling uneasy. She hadn't dealt with Mike in a long time, and according to her heart, she didn't know how to deal with him. He looked hungry for a skirmish, and he still managed to make her feel like an awkward schoolgirl at times. His very presence made her heart rate soar. There seemed to be a strange kind of chemistry between them. They seemed to respond to each other physically, but mentally they were worlds apart--and knew it.
"She wanted someone here to greet you. She asked me to pick you up."
"She did?"
"You're surprised. Well, I guess that's because you haven't been home in a while. You're going to have to get used to the idea of me being around. I'm over at your place almost as much as I'm at home."
"Oh? I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Mom and the boys always liked you."
"You don't sound like you're a part of my fan club."
"I didn't know you had one."
Emily was Dixie's stepmother, and the twin teenage boys were her half-brothers. She'd quit thinking of them as anything other than her only family long ago. Her real mother died when she was a young child, and she barely remembered her. Her father died three years ago of a heart attack, and then her sister, Audrey, died just last year. Death had taken its toll on Dixie and her family, something Dixie was still finding hard to deal with.
It had never dawned on Dixie that she might actually be needed here. That prospect brightened her mood a little. Being needed was refreshing. She always felt like the black sheep of the family, wanting to do things no one else did.
Emily had always taken her side with her father, thus creating more harmony than friction. Tom, Will, and Emily were all the family she had left, and they were precious to her. Except for her Uncle Paul, whom Dixie really didn't count. He thought she was the wild one of the family and had nothing to do with her. Wild? She'd gone to New York City to become a rock star, and that was considered wild on the Johnson side of the family.
A deep sadness filled Dixie. The loneliness of coming home without her father and only sister surrounded her. Audrey's death had devastated her greatly. She'd been killed in a plane crash on her way to visit Dixie in New York. Dixie knew it was foolish, but somehow she felt responsible for Audrey's death, and ever since shuddered when flying.
Funny how coming home brought all the old memories to the surface. Even though her father hadn't approved of her running off to New York to find her fame and fortune, he had encouraged her to think big.
"Are you all right?" Mike's voice penetrated her absorbed mind, as an arrogant brow shot upward in question and tawny gold eyes probed deeper. What was he searching for? What did he think he was going to find?
"I'm fine. I'm just a little shaky over the plane ride."
"Have a rough trip?"
"Not really. Not for anyone who enjoys flying I suppose. I just don't enjoy it."
"Why didn't you tell me? I thought you looked pale, but I attributed it to seeing me."
"It's nothing, really."
"You were shaking a few minutes ago." He frowned, studying her closer. "Why didn't you take a train or bus, if flying bothers you?"
"Because I didn't want to lose most of my vacation traveling back and forth. Besides, Mom sounded upset when she called me. I wanted to get here as fast as I could."
He reached across and took her hand in his. A big, warm hand. It startled Dixie. She forgot how caring the people in small towns could be. She started to pull away, but Mike was only being Mike--the protector.
"I'm fine now."
"You sure?"
She nodded and pulled her hand from his. Mike frowned.
After a short silence, he turned in the seat. "So, how's life in New York?"
"I'm surprised you took the time off work."
"Well, I was due a vacation, and Mother sounded distraught." Dixie cast him a questioning look.
"She can hardly wait to see you. I wouldn't say distraught, but anxious."
"I want to know how Mom and the boys are. Is there something wrong? Is that why you came? What's been going on?"
"Wrong? No, there's nothing wrong, really. Although I suspect Emily needs to talk with you. But, they're fine. The boys would have come with me, but they're both in summer school. Not much new to tell in town. A few moved off to better careers, like you. A few married. I'm surprised you haven't asked about Kevin."
"I'm sorry." Dixie swallowed. He mentioned Kevin so casually, yet Dixie knew Mike was anything but casual about his brother. She wasn't prepared to talk about Kevin right now, and especially with Mike. "I was waiting for you to tell me." She didn't want Mike to know she was rattled.
It was all too awkward a moment. Mike couldn't possibly know what she was feeling about Kevin after all these years. Just because he was opposed to them getting together so long ago didn't mean he still felt the same. Maybe he had mellowed. Maybe he wanted to tell her.
"And how is he?" She tried not to sound too interested, yet she couldn't stop fidgeting with her hands, and he glanced down at them as she spoke.
"He's doing great, actually. He's running for senator now. He's happy."
"I'm glad," she said, only to see Mike's brow arch arrogantly. The thought of Kevin running for senator startled and pleased her. She had known Kevin would do well. No wonder Mike was so anxious to keep her away from him. It wouldn't do for a senator to be seen with a wild-looking rock star. Even she could imagine the headlines that could cause.
"Are you?"
"Happy? Of course. But I want you to know I don't intend sitting here and talking to you about Kevin." Her outburst cost her what little leverage she had. He was prepared for a battle, by the look on his face, so she changed direction. "So, you were elected to come and get me?"
"Something like that."
"I'm a little surprised you had the time. I mean, as I recall, you had a good size ranch to run."
"Still do. But I attended an auction in Mesquite and have to pick up that bull I mentioned earlier. Like I said, we'll be stopping on the way home, if you don't mind."
"You're breeding cattle now?"
"Just started."
Naturally, he hadn't come all this way just to pick her up, she thought. "I hope picking me up wasn't too much out of the way for you."
"No," he winked. "Not really."
Dixie looked away again, unable to assemble her thoughts. Mike was just too disturbing.
But, despite her efforts to ignore him, she found herself curious about Mike. What had happened to him in all these years? Had he married? Did he have a houseful of kids? Their eyes met and she looked away hurriedly. Looking into those intense, tawny eyes was a little too disturbing. She'd have to change the subject completely. Mike Dalton was affecting her strangely.
"Poor Mom, she really has to stay after Tom and Will to keep them in school. I wish it came easier for them. They hate it. I remember her promising Dad they would finish school even if they were twenty-five when they did."
"She's got her hands full with that promise."
"I can hardly wait to see them. It's been so long."
"Too long!" 

Friday, March 12, 2010

Her Maine Man by Sylvie Kaye

Title: Her Maine Man
Release Date: Available now 
Author: Sylvie Kaye
Author Website
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
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Genre: Contemporary/Romance

Blurb: One weekend a year to bare your soul and your passion. He couldn’t believe the sweet deal she was offering. No commitment, just pure release.  

Welcome Sylvie Kaye! What is your latest offering? 
Her Maine Man, which is available now in both ebook and print. 

What is Her Maine Man all about?
A deathbed promise to his mother takes Jon from his consulting desk to a remote island in Maine, where he becomes entangled with one of the loose ends.

As one of the island’s first family and a target for scandal, Maddie longs to share her body and her secrets. The sexy, visiting consultant seems perfect for a clandestine, once-a-year affair—until once isn’t enough. 

That sounds seductive. How did you come up with the idea?
My husband and I took a road trip, leaving from Pennsylvania where we live part time, along the eastern coast to Maine. And like all my travels, the setting inspired a story.  I took the setting and did a twist on an old movie. Same time Next Year, but the next generation.

Tell me about your past releases and a little secret about yourself that no one else knows—I promise I won’t tell!
Past releases currently available from Wild Rose are:
Banned in Texas - He’s the serial dating bad boy of the RFD singles club while she’s new in town and seeking a fresh start.  It’s anyone’s guess if she’ll tame the bad boy or he’ll shame her! 
Devil in Cowboy Boots - When Sinner stalks the man who framed him for manslaughter, his vengeance becomes tempered by Mercy, a woman as tantalizing as his most erotic fantasies.
Wrong Side of Love, also in an anthology entitled, Wild Wayback Nights - Stop by Wayback, Texas where a cowboy falls in love every eight second!
Other past releases from my backlist are available for download at my website: 
Never Dare a Cowboy, where East meets West, was originally released by Kensington in paperback and has had foreign distribution in several different languages. 
Luring Jesse - In the Black Hills of South Dakota,
Lynda Mason stakes claim to a piece of Jesse Talbot's ranch and his heart.
Nobody’s Angel - A computer-arranged blind date, a case of mistaken identity, a brother out to prove cyber mating is flawed, and a neighbor with a criminal past all add to the romp.  
For fun, check out the progression of covers for my backlist titles through the different publisher to the present. Drop me a line and let me know what covers you like the best, or the worst!

Hmmm, a secret…I’m pretty much an open book.  Not sure if I revealed this before or not so it may qualify as a secret…Her Maine Man is my first non-western.

Any new releases on the horizon this year? 
Yes, another non-western.  July 9, 2010, coming from steamy New Orleans is Loving Jilly!
Zack is a brawny but soulful carpenter.  He’s attracted to Jilly but wants the real deal when it appears all she has time for is a slam-bam-thank-you-man relationship.  Will his patience and persistence win her trust and her heart?  Or will her aunts’ stop his clock with a voodoo hex?  

What are you working on right now?
The Greater Good of Mann, it’s mainstream fiction and a stretch for me. I’m on my second draft and who knows how many it may take! 

Thank you for joining me, Sylvie Kaye. Is there anything else you'd like the readers to know?
Check out the contests and excerpts at my website!

HER MAINE MAN © Copyright, Sylvie Kaye
Feeling like a pet owner boarding out beloved Fido, Jon parked his Jag in the lot near the ferryboat landing.  He wished he had the portable dust cover he’d been meaning to buy for just such car emergencies.
           After he locked the door, he patted its gray, simonized fender lovingly and walked away, laptop in hand.  He refused to look back when a rusty, red Jeep spun into the parking lot kicking up enough dust to choke a herd of elephants, let alone one mere Jaguar.  His muscles flinched beneath the shoulder strap of his leather overnight bag.
          Tension had built on Interstate 95 with the steady stream of weekend traffic.  It looked like more stress ahead as he strode toward the boat’s rickety boarding ramp.  A few cars, apparently headed for other island ports that allowed autos, rattled onboard the double-decked, paint-chipped ferry.
           He took a seat on the warped wooden bench of the superior deck, well away from the couple with the paper sack intent on feeding the squawking seagulls.
           None too soon, the ferryboat pilot blew a whistle, the gulls screamed, and the last boat for Rose Island steered away from the landing with all the speed of a last place racehorse.  Jon let out a long breath, suspicious of the boat staying afloat any longer than he could.
          Once underway, two things lifted his spirits.  An ocean breeze cut through the midday sun and heat.  And a blonde, portside.
         Standing at the rail, wisps of hair escaping a lone braid trickling down her statuesque neck, stood the woman of his dreams.  His dreams for a livelier voyage, anyway.
         A ferryboat romance.  Now that gave him some salty ideas.  He wondered if there was a mile-out club, sort of a spin off from the mile-high club. 

Friday, March 5, 2010

Dead Girls, Dogs And Ponies by Lenore Butcher

Title: Dead Girls, Dogs and Ponies
Release Date: November 2009 
Author: Lenore Butcher
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Publisher: XOXO Publishing
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Genre: Urban Fantasy/Vampire/Zombie

BlurbDead Girls Dogs and Ponies is in the dark underbelly of the city. Justin is an information broker who believes in justice for the oppressed servants of the city's vampires. He wants to solve the mystery of who has begun a war with the city's most powerful vampiric Dynasty, because he wants to ensure the safety of the mortals in the coming war and to eventually be reunited with his lost love. When the vampires themselves prove to be the ones with the most to lose, Justin finds out he’s for more trouble than he’d originally anticipated.

Welcome Lenore! What is your latest offering? 
Dead Girls, Dogs and Ponies

What is Dead Girls, Dogs and Ponies all about?  
Succinctly, it’s a reinvention of a genre: the hard boiled zombie detective novel. Justin is an information broker who also happens to be a zombie. He works in the darkest heart of the city, dealing gossip, rumour and innuendo with the aid of his sidekick Gord (who is not a zombie).  Things go sideways for Justin when he’s hired by a sociopathic vampire to find out who has banned her family from a local vampire haunt.  What initially seems to be a simple case turns out to have levels and layers he hadn’t anticipated and he stands to lose a great deal by the end of the novel unless he thinks quickly and acts even more quickly.
That sounds like a great read. How did you come up with the idea? 
The opening scene sort of came to me and I went from there.  I initially wrote the book as part of a novel writing challenge I did with some friends and at the end of the process, much to my surprise, I had written not only a novel, but what promises to be the beginning of a series of novels about Justin and his fellow denizens of the dark cities in this world. 

Tell me about your past releases and a little secret about yourself that no one else knows—I promise I won’t tell!
This is my first full length novel release, but I also have a short story under a pen name in the XOXO Publishing Anthology ‘Hate the Sin, Love the Sinner’, and somewhere in my murky past I’ve published a poem or two.

A secret?  Hmm.  Despite being a Mistress of Horror and lover of all things in the genre, I’m scared of spiders.  And monkeys.

Any new releases on the horizon this year?
The sequel to Dead Girls will hopefully be out this fall. It’s called Food Chain Boogie.

What are you working on right now?
The aforementioned Food Chain Boogie and  I’m working on a new book called Confessions of a Badge Bunny.  While Justin isn’t in this one, you will see some other familiar faces from the first two books and perhaps learn a thing or two about some of the more mysterious characters introduced in Dead Girls.

Thank you for joining me, Lenore. Is there anything else you'd like the readers to know?
Just that I write stories with a darkly humourous twist that are sure to please.   

Excerpt from Dead Girls, Dogs And Ponies:
A red light slowed our progress and the car idled noisily, waiting for the change.  Gord appeared relaxed beside me, but I knew he was scanning the street around us alertly, in case trouble reared its’ ugly head.
      As luck would have it, trouble tapped politely on my window.  I admit, it startled me and I jumped a bit.  There may even have been an excited utterance of sorts, possibly some kind of rattled cry, until I looked to the side and saw who it was.
      “Tyrone,” I said to Gord. “We have to see what he wants.”  I knew damn well what he wanted.  The only question was how much his silence would cost me and if I was willing to pay the price.
      The crapmobile’s passenger side window hadn’t been operational since… well since as long as Gord had the car as long as I could figure.  I gestured to Tyrone to step back and I opened the door.
      The fragrance of Tyrone overwhelmed me as soon as the door was open -- a blend of body odour, grease and Cool Mint Listerine, his libation of choice.  “Hey, Ty,” I said weakly, “What’s up?”