Thursday Threads Welcomes Brenda Stinnett

Historical Paranormal set in London, England, after the Restoration of Charles II.

Heat Scale : Sizzling (This book does contain some scenes with descriptive sexual content.)

Darius Einhard, demon slayer, will stop at nothing to help Elizabeth Curran, immortal vampire, break the bonds of vampirism, even while helping her protect Charles Stuart II, who’s in danger of being entrapped into becoming an immortal vampire and leading his people into the abyss of hell by the psychic vampire demons.


A heavy mist swirled from the cold river, and the melancholy sound of the horns of ships and the mournful cry of gulls drifted into the room. A huge, black raven landed on the windowsill, a messenger who had come, but too late to be of use to Charles.

The priest pulled up a small Venetian table inlaid in gold, and covered it with a snowy white linen cloth before placing a silver candlestick on it. The crisp, cold sea breeze blew in from the Thames, causing the candle to flicker. He placed a jeweled rosary between Charles’s long fingers. Then put a bottle of holy water, a silver salver of oil, and a silver-plated bowl on the table next to a well-worn wooden crucifix.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” Charles said. “I loved many women and committed much adultery, but the one woman I truly loved was my darling Elizabeth. Never would I have taken another woman if she were mine. The story I beg you to share with others is not my story, but rather hers, for she was the king’s own vampire.”

The priest paled and stroked Charles’s cheek. “There, Your Majesty, you are feverish. Don’t speak of this thing right now.”

Charles drew in a painful breath. He had to make the priest understand before he grew any weaker. “My Nelly told me the parts of the story I didn’t already know, and as for the rest, well, I was there. It’s a story that may frighten you, but it’s a warning to all–because it could happen again.”

That’s my snippet from The King’s Vampire, and I hope you liked it. Thanks for stopping by for SMP’s Thursday Threads.


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Welcome to Romance Weekly


Welcome to the latest edition of Romance Weekly! As always, it’s great to be here! Here are the latest questions. Follow the links all the way around to meet some new authors and hear their thoughts on these questions!

1. How does your writing impact your inner life?

My inner life? Actually, I rather thought my writing was my inner life.

Writing is what happens in my head, only I put it down on paper. I’ve always been the kid with the interior monologue always going; when I decided (at almost 35!) that I would try my hand at writing, it was merely about putting what was happening in my head down on paper. And I discovered that, when I put the words down on paper, and the characters have their story told, I don’t think about them anymore. It frees me up to think about other things, I guess.

2. How do you hope your books affect your readers?

When people read my books, I want them to have hope. That’s what I think is wonderful about romance novels. I’m not looking to change lives or anything–I don’t think I’m Oprah. But no matter what anyone else says about romance novels, there is one thing that romance novels do better than any other genre, and that’s offer hope. No matter how bleak the situation, when I pick up a romance novel, I know everything is going to work out in the end. And I think that’s an important message to take away: that there is always hope. People need that hope. Sometimes, hope is the only way that people get through the day.

3. Has anyone ever told you your book changed their life? If so, how?

I wish. Alas, no. Maybe someday, right? :O)

Follow the link to see what Elizabeth Jannette has to say on the subject!

A Story About Two Kids, Two Dogs, and a Trip to the Vet.

So the other day, we had to take the dogs to the vet. Little Vanilla Bean needed her 14 week shots, and big dog Frank needed to get his mouth looked at.

Now, we had had it checked no more than a week before, so we sort of knew what was coming. I knew he’d need surgery, and that he’d have to be sedated to be x-rayed. I explained the whole process of sedation to Chewey–that they’d give the dog some medicine that would make him go to sleep for a little while so that he wouldn’t feel anything while they operated on him.

Going to the vet with two dogs–one a puppy who hasn’t had any leash training, and the other one who LOVES people but is not as fond of other dogs (and is huge, to boot)–and two kids who will not stop talking for more than five seconds was, well, a comedy of errors. Just getting out of the car was a kick in the pants.

When we got there, I gave Miss Vanilla Bean to Monkey, hoping she could control the little dog. But Vanilla Bean was not happy with being leashed, and Monkey kept shouting, “No! NO! NO! NO!” in a voice that sounded like something between a foghorn and a siren, and was probably six times as annoying.

“Monk, pick her up.”

“I don’t know how to pick up a dog!” she complains.

This is my child who is in a gifted class, but she can’t pick up a dog and has somehow forgotten how to peel a banana, but more on that later.

Vanilla had almost squirmed all the way out of her collar by the time I just decided to pick her up myself.

Then I had to get Frank out of the back of the car. Bear in mind, we are at a vet that shares a parking lot with a freaking 7-11. There are cars going in and out like crazy, and a little yappy dog was tormenting my 100 pound German Shepherd from the sidewalk.

Frank started yodeling. I’m not kidding. Yodeling. (I’m not the only one who thought it was like yodeling. The vet tech must have tried for five minutes to get him to do it for the vet. It. Was. THAT. Awesome.)

I swore, in that moment, I would never attempt this alone again. Texted M from the parking lot with Please tell me you’re on your way here. I’m a hot mess.

Eventually, I managed to wrangle Vanilla and Frank into the building.  Both kids were chatting like there was nothing unusual about what’s going on, I had  a twenty pound puppy squirming in my arms, and Frank started turning circles and yodeling. Give the dog some lederhosen and an accordion, stat!

While I tried to check in, Frank, who couldn’t seem to stop turning in circles because he was on a no-pull leader (which turns him around the minute he starts pulling too hard), started knocking everything off the shelves with his butt. Swept the table clear of brochures. Then banged into a bookcase filled with samples of God-only-knows-what, but there were boxes strewn all over the floor.

It was that awesome.

Monk started to pick up whatever it was, but somehow managed to wrangle herself under Frank’s feet. They both fell down in the middle of the waiting room.

By the time we sat down at a bench, Frank had calmed down to the point where I guess he felt yodeling was unnecessary, and I was sweating like it’s July. In Brazil. After I’d just wrestled a bear. And maybe a jaguar. Yeah, a jaguar.

But we were hanging. Until we got called back to a room, that is.

Frank started yodeling again. The vet tech looked at me and said, “Wow. Listen to that.”

“Yeah.” I tried–I really did–to not sound too annoyed, because Lord, who knew my dog yodeled? Who knew it was THAT annoying?

Oh, right, did.

In any case, we got back to a room. When the vet came in, the children started asking questions and talking to the vet like they had never seen another living soul in their lives.

“Vanilla’s a lover,” Chewey said. “She’s my lover.”

Must. Resist. Face/palm.

Monkey, who was now not-really-in control of Vanilla, piped up with, “She can’t be your lover, because then you’d be married! And then you’d have puppies instead of kids!” 

“No I wouldn’t!”

“Yes you would! They’d be dog/human hybrids!” Maniacal laughter followed. (She is in the gifted class, after all. Even if she doesn’t know how to peel a banana.)

“Nu uh!”

“Yuh huh!”

Oh, sweet mother of God.

I gave both kids the stink-eye, which they both pointedly ignored.

When the vet knelt to look in Frank’s mouth, Chewey piped up with, “My mom says you’re going to put him to sleep. Are you going to put him to sleep?”

The vet gasps and looks completely horrified. “No! Of course not! Why would you say that?”

I don’t even remember what Chewey said while I tried to explain our earlier conversation about sedation.

At some point, Vanilla wrapped herself around the vet’s legs. Or, at least, wrapped her leash around the vet’s legs. Suddenly, Monk started in with her, “NO!NO!NO!NO!” foghorn/siren thing, and yanked on the leash.

The vet froze, and I took the leash from Monk and unwrapped the vet.

Is it hot in here, or is it just me? 

I’m not sure I’ve ever needed a nap so badly in my whole life.

I’m happy to report that everyone is fine. Vanilla had her shots, Frank had his surgery and seems to be doing well, even though every once in a while, he looks at M like, “Hey. Got the munchies over here.  Can I get some Jack in the Box?”

Good times, people. Good times.




TaBiMB Welcomes Brooke Moss!

Brooke has generously agreed to give away a free copy of The Art of Being Indifferent to the first three commenters on this blog. So comment away!!!

Can you tell us a little about yourself?

“I write because if I don’t…my head will explode, and ruin the drapes.” ♥

Brooke writes complex, character-driven stories about kismet, reunited lovers, first love, and the kind of romance that we should all have the chance at finding. She prefers her stories laced with some humor just for fun, and enough drama to keep her readers flipping the pages, and begging for more.

When Brooke isn’t spinning tales, she spends her time drawing/cartooning, reading, watching movies then comparing them to books, wrangling five kids, mugging on one hubby she lovingly refers to as her “nerd”, and attempting to conquer the Mount Everest of laundry that is the bane of her existence.

Brooke is also an avid Autism Awareness advocate, and a passionate foster/adoptive mother, who loves to share her experiences with anyone who will listen.

Find Brooke elsewhere on the web at

What is the most romantic thing your significant other or anyone has done for you?

You mean, besides put the kids to bed without asking or acting to dumb to do it himself? Okay, then. Actually, my handsome nerd is very romantic, just in a way that most people don’t understand. He gets me things, generally whatever I want, I get. Granted, we’re not talking about diamonds and Rolexes, but if I want to go somewhere with our family, he tries really hard to make it happen. If I want to see a movie, he suffers through it. If I want to order some new jeans online, he sneaks away and orders them for me. He’s very accommodating, so long as it is within financial reason, and this is very romantic to me. His desire to make me happy, makes me feel very loved.

Do you ever write in your PJs?

Does a duck quack? Yes. In fact, when I don’t have to go to the day job (subbing as a special ed aide or a recess supervisor at my children’s school district) I don’t even bother wearing anything else. I can make it even more awkward by admitting that I am losing my hair…which means I wear wigs on most days. And when I am at home writing in my PJ’s, I am usually wig-free….how’s that for sexy?

If you could be any cartoon character, who would you be, and why?

Hands down: Daisy Duck. She’s sophisticated, attractive (for a duck,) and well spoken. Plus, she’s just b*tchy enough to get stuff done. I like to think my own b*tchiness gets stuff done, too. But that remains to be seen.

Is it me, or have I talked a lot about ducks today?

Coffee or tea?

Hand me a cuppa vanilla Rooibos tea with milk and organic honey, and I will purr like a horny kitten. True story.

Vanilla or chocolate ice cream?

Neither. Tillamook huckleberry ice cream with chocolate sauce. Try it. It will change your life.

Where and when do you prefer to do your writing?

Usually in my office, which I share with our dog, who is LARGE (Golden retriever & great pyranees mix) and unbearably fluffy. That dog sheds like God himself is coming tomorrow, and I spend most of my day vacuuming it all back up.

If you were deserted on an island, who are 3 famous people you would want with you?

Bear Gryllis, because he can survive ANYWHERE; Bobby Flay because he can cook ANYTHING; and Gerard Butler….well, just because.

An actor you have a crush on?

Too many to list! I could never narrow it down. My current top five are: Gerard Butler, Robert Downy, Jr; Lee Pace; Tom Hiddleston; and Joseph Gordon Levitt…even though I am entirely too old for him, and used to watch him on shows & movies when he was still a child actor.

What is a movie or TV show that you watched recently and really enjoyed?

I am currently addicted to The Little Couple, and fervently watching while biting my nails, praying the TLC curse doesn’t strike their marriage. They’re just too wonderful to be on a reality TV show. I’m hoping they quit soon, only because TLC is like the black hammer to marriages. Oh, I’m also addicted to Wahlburgers. Probably because I was a blockhead as a tween & teen, and then I went to a few NKOTB concerts as an adult (don’t judge me!) and anytime I can see Donnie and Mark Wahlberg on the television, I’m going to sit down and focus—I mean, really focus. Because, hey…they’re the Wahlbergs.

Now comes the ones about your writing:

What made you decide to be an author?

You know, I’m not even sure! I’ve just always wanted to write books. When I was a kid, I just knew it was what I wanted to do—amongst becoming a ballerina and mother of twelve—so when I hit 30, I decided it was time to stop putting off my dream. The rest is history. J

How did you choose the genre you write in?

They say to write what you read. And while I read lots of genres (even westerns and highlander books, thanks to YOU, Meggan) my top genres will always be contemporary romance and YA. Plus, I feel like my voice caters to a contemporary vibe. So I go with what I’m good at…

Is there a particular author who may have influenced you?

Kristan Higgins, Liza Palmer, Jane Porter…they’re all amazing women who had writing dreams of their own. They chased that dream, made it a reality, and now they’re all successful at what they do. I think that out of the three of them, I really fan girl the most with Liza Palmer. Her books are seriously life changing. Too bad they only come out once every two years, or something like that…le sigh.

What is your all time favorite book?

Silas Marner, by George Eliot.

What is your favorite sentence or quote in your new release?

It’s the last darn section of The Art of Being Indifferent, but I love it. Here goes: I passed Drew and he beamed up at me, winking. Deep inside of my chest, my heart skittered. My life was pretty damn close to perfect these days. And to think, I used to believe that I had to keep my past a secret from people if I wanted them to love me. Especially someone as amazing as Drew.
I guess it took me a while to realize that you can’t hide what’s on the inside from the one person who actually knows you.

Where do you get your ideas from?

Life. Wherever life takes me, or takes a friend. Whatever bumps pop up in my road, or the road of a friend. It usually sprouts a story in my mind. I think my friends are afraid to share their life experiences with me now. They all know I’ll cram it into a book!

How did you choose your title?

My friend, Jess McCallan, picked it. We seem to pick better titles for each others books, than our own. Go figure.

What sacred advice have you been given by another writer?

Kristan Higgins told me once never to discuss religion or politics on social media, as it might ostracize readers. She was right, of course. And I’ve only broken that rule a few times. I swear I couldn’t help myself…

Where can your readers stalk you?

My website is!

Tell us about your new release:

Posey’s not the kind of girl who has a lot of friends. After bouncing from foster home to foster home she’s only formed an attachment to her iPod, and the music that takes her away from the ugliness that surrounds her.

Drew Baxter’s got life on a string, or so everyone thinks. Son of the town mayor, swim team champion, and the hottest guy on campus. Little does everyone know that life at Drew’s home is dark, dangerous, and only getting worse.

When partnered together in a tutoring assignment from hell, Posey and Drew are surprised to find how much they have in common. Despite their need to keep what’s going on under the surface a secret from the world, it becomes clear they know each other better than anyone else in the world can. Now Posey and Drew have to find a way to exist in a town that wants to keep them apart, and in a circle of classmates that wants them to stop blurring the social lines.

Above all, Drew and Posey need to escape the madness of their abusive parents, before they drag them down forever.

Check out The Art of Being Indifferent on Amazon!

THURSDAY THREADS welcomes Maggie Mundy

Cara kept searching but couldn’t find the book she wanted. The assistant at the empty counter smiled politely as she approached.

“I’m looking for a book called Immortality and Witchcraft, Fact or Fiction,” Cara said.

The woman typed the title into her computer. As Cara waited, someone walked up to the other counter beside her. She turned to look. Her world stopped as she met the slate grey gaze of the man staring straight at her. This wasn’t possible. He couldn’t exist. He was just a dream lover. Yet there he was, standing next to her as big as life.

She tried to smile, but it probably came out as more of a grin. He didn’t smile back. Her legs turned to jelly. If she didn’t breathe, she would pass out. She reached out and gripped the counter. One of them had to look away but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Someone was talking to her and the moment was broken.

“Excuse me.”

“Sorry.” Cara replied, as she forced herself to look at the salesperson. She was afraid if she glanced back, he would be gone. Her imagination must be playing tricks on her.

“It looks like we should have one copy left,” the woman said.

“I think I’m just about to sell it,” the other shop assistant said coming up to the register. “We could order it in for you. It might take a couple of weeks.”

“Please, take my copy.” The man at the other counter held out the book. His voice was deep, exactly as it was in her dreams. She was caught again in his gaze. The world disappeared and for a moment they were the only two people alive locked in the gaze they shared. Her hand went to her chest. She could feel her heart racing at the thought of him being near.

“Thank you, but no I couldn’t. You had the book first.”

“Please, take it. I have plenty of time to wait for another copy to come in.”

She found it hard to say no. Perhaps, it was the fact he was about six three and wore grey bike leathers. They added to the effect of making him look powerful. The shaved head and the stubble on his face gave a menacing look, but she wasn’t afraid of him. This wasn’t right. Her life was wild enough without dream lovers becoming real.
Plus, she wouldn’t want her other dreams to become real as well. She needed to say something, or he would think she was an idiot standing there with her mouth gaping. He held the book out to her. As she took it, her hand touched his. It was such a tiny touch and yet it meant he was real. She felt the heat rising up her neck as she blushed. She also sensed another heat inside her. It was the same way he had made her feel in her dreams.

“Thanks.” Cara paid for her book and listened as he confirmed his contact details. Seth Scanlon. She had a name. She wasn’t really stalking. Taking another book off a shelf, she flipped through the pages. He glanced her way before he left and caught her gaze once more.

She couldn’t fool herself. The look he gave her was so intense she felt he was seeing inside her soul. Her breath caught. She shivered although the shop was warm. For a split second, she considered following him and saying he must remember all the times they had made love.

She could just imagine the expression he would give her. He didn’t know her. She was a stranger. The shop became suffocating as she pulled at the collar of her jumper. She needed to be outside. There was no sign of him on the street. For a moment, she wanted to cry. At this rate, she would give the silly schoolgirls in the shop a run for their money.
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TaBiMB Welcomes Angela Archer!

Please help me welcome Angela Archer, as she rings her debut novel!

Can you tell us a little about yourself?

I live in a po-dunk town in Oklahoma and I love it. I have weird food habits. I love bacon, it’s perhaps my most favorite food. But with that said, I can’t have it on anything – love bacon, love hamburgers, but will NOT eat a bacon burger. I won’t eat onions on anything, and even strain my Ragu spaghetti sauce to get the little chopped onions out. But I like and will eat onion rings and Outback’s Bloomin’ Onion. I eat jalapeno peppers on anything and everything I can get them on. I am a condiment queen and will smoother my food with condiments. I eat peanut butter on pancakes and waffles instead of butter, and I believe that cream cheese is a gift from the heavens. Brownies are my biggest weakness and I will pile cream cheese frosting on them without a second thought.

I was unemployed when I started my manuscript in September of 2009, six months after I lost my job, I got another one, but left to be an author and a stay-at-home mom after my second daughter was born. My grandparents came to America from Germany. With my German blood, I’m also a Taurus and the combination makes me extra stubborn. I drive like a grandma. I have no patience when it comes to electronics. If it doesn’t work at the drop of a hat, I get annoyed. I can recite pretty much every scene in Dumb and Dumber. I’ve seen every episode of I Love Lucy—BEST SHOW EVER!

Do you ever write in your PJs?

Uh…daily…. With two small kids in the house, the only time I really get to write is very early in the morning. I get up at 4:30am and write until they get up at 7:00am.

If you could be any cartoon character, who would you be, and why?

Hiccup from How to Train Your Dragon, because I want Toothless (I would want to still be a girl, though.).

White wine or red? Tequila. Can’t drink wine. Grapes are too acidic for me.

Funny you should say that. I don’t drink much wine, either. I’m a whisky/scotch girl myself. 

Coffee or tea? Coffee. I’m ridiculously addicted.

Vanilla or chocolate ice cream? Vanilla

Where and when do you prefer to do your writing?

Mornings. As I said, it’s the only time I really get, and I’m usually on the couch. I did write most of The Woman on the Painted Horse in a corner on the floor. I can’t really remember how and why that habit started or why it ended… Hmm….

If you were deserted on an island, who are 3 famous people you would want with you?

 See list below. <wink wink>

An actor you have a crush on?

Do I only get to list one? I have several. Russell Crow, Orlando Bloom, Sean Bean, Kit Harington, and Joe Manganiello.

What is a movie or TV show that you watched recently and really enjoyed? 

Braveheart. Although, I’ve seen it several times since it came out, sometimes you just need to see Braveheart.

Now comes the ones about your writing, but first, everyone check out this cover. Pretty cool, huh?


What made you decide to be an author?

Honestly, I had always wanted to write a novel. I just never thought I could, never thought I would be good enough. I started thinking about a children’s line in 2009 while I was working about my daughter and a pony we bought her—like they go on these grand adventures when she saddles him up. When I was laid off, I just woke up one morning and I told myself I was just going to do it. But, it wasn’t going to be a children’s book. It was going to be a novel. I threw off the covers, marched to my computer, and just started. It wasn’t pretty, and my writing was horrible—like seriously horrible. I cringe when I read those early drafts and I’m actually embarrassed for myself they are so bad.

I think everyone’s is bad. My first draft of my first novel was some serious awful. I loved the characters enough that I worked them into my actual debut novel, The Marker, but I haven’t been able to make myself go back and rewrite the story. One day I might, but the book needs some serious rewrites.

How did you choose the genre you write in?

I love history and I love learning about history. Since a lot of research goes into a historical novel, it was just the perfect choice.

Are you a pantser or a plotter and why?

I didn’t outline The Woman on the Painted Horse, but I’ve plotted and outlined my second and third. I don’t like outlining, but I do have to admit for me, it makes the process easier and faster.

Is there a particular author who may have influenced you?

Not influenced my writing, but influenced my determination. When I was going through my first round of rejections, I came across a article by Kathryn Stockett, the author of The Help. In the article, she talked about her sixty rejections and the six years it took for her to write the novel. I used to get so frustrated with how long the novel was taking for me to finish, but after reading her words, I didn’t care how long it would take me. I just wanted to finish it. In the end, it took me 4 years, I received 19 rejections and 5 contract offers.

That’s awesome. What is your all time favorite book?

Dog Handling by Claire Naylor. It’s Chick-Lit Romance book and I just loved it.

What is your favorite sentence or quote in your new release?

The mind thinks. It schemes, plots ideas for rebellion, winning a war, or committing crimes. It organizes, planning for crops, arranging parties, or entertaining guests. It speculates, questioning the reasons of why, where, who, what, and how. It comprehends answers, understands ramifications, and finds solutions. It develops through experience, and becomes intrigued with finding the answers it seeks—soaking up information like dry soil soaks up water.

The mind thinks.

But, the heart feels. It feels love, happiness, sadness, and loss. The heart does not think. It does not question or reason. It senses emotion, experiences pleasure, suffers pain, and bears heartache. It fights with the mind in a constant agonizing war endured every day between emotion and logic, a battle over what lies at one’s own feet, the unknown or the known, the chance or the risk. The heart dwells only in emotion, an emotion with unbridled motivation, and it stirs within people a vastness the mind could never grasp.

Wow. That’s lovely. 

How much trouble did your characters give you while writing your new release?

All my characters were easy when I finally allowed them to come into their own instead of forcing them into a box I thought I wanted them in. Like with Alexandra’s brother, John. In my first few drafts, I made them hate each other and made him like her parents. It just didn’t fit, though, and it was because they were meant to be close. Once I changed him, he bloomed and is my favorite character of the book. I absolutely LOVED writing him.

What’s funny is that I absolutely fell in love with some of the brother characters in my WIPs, too. Where do you get your ideas from?

Mostly movies of a certain period that interests me.

How did you choose your title?

The first several drafts the title was actually Power of the Moon. But, after going to a seminar with William Bernhardt, I realized my plot had to desperately change. In changing my plot, the title didn’t fit—at all. Because of the love story, I changed it to The Man on the Painted Horse, because William was her chance for a new life. I got the idea of “painted horse” from my daughter. She was watching some cartoon and I heard her talking to the TV and she said something about ‘paint the horse’ or something to that effect. Anyways, it just clicked. Of course, ‘The Man’ didn’t fit either because it was Alexandra’s story. So, I changed it to The Woman on the Painted Horse and I’ve never looked back. I’ve been told it’s an amazing title. I tend to believe this, but I’m biased.

How do you cure writer’s block?

I listen to instrumental music…more specifically, I listen to the song Forbidden Friendship on the How to Train your dragon CD. I don’t know what it is about that song, but by the third time I hear it, I’ve broken through any and every wall I’ve ever banged my head against. And, there have been many of walls. I think I actually have a permanent imprint on my forehead.

Do you have any advice for an aspiring writer?

Join local writer groups and critique groups, and attend seminars and conferences. They will help you learn. Write every day and never worry about how long it takes you. Most first novels take 3-5 years. Never give up.

What sacred advice have you been given by another writer?

It’s not finished, stop submitting it. During the four years that it took me to write the novel, I proclaimed it done three different times. And, after a bunch of rejections the first two times, I had a NY Best Seller read it. It was rejected because it wasn’t done. As much as I hated to admit he was right and go through another set of revisions, I’m so glad I did. The last set was the turning point for it.

Where can reader’s stalk you?

Website    Facebook   Twitter    Blog

Tell us about your new release:

I can sum it up in just a few sentences: A young woman defying the laws of her country, a young man hungry with greed and power, a brave soul who falls in love with one he shouldn’t; all three caught in a country divided by war and a forbidden love torn apart by blackmail and disparity.

Awesome! It was great to have you here, Angela!

–As a small aside, Angela hails from my hometown. I’ll say, I’m pretty excited for her that she got out!



Title: In My Wildest Dreams

Genre: Light Paranormal

Heat Level: Sensual


When she becomes the victim of several life-threatening incidents all in one week, it seems fate is out to put an end to Lynzi Lancaster. Her close calls with death trigger a series of dreams about a magical place and a certain man who broke her heart twenty years ago, Layne Brady. Could her life get any stranger?

When the star of her dreams announces in person that he had faked his death for twenty years in order to protect her, oh, and that he’s not actually human, the fireworks begin. Does she believe his extraordinary story of another world, the magical world of the Fae? Do fairies really exist? Should she trust her heart? Could her dreams come true?


The feeling of being watched washed over me. I checked over my shoulder to make sure of the gate’s location in case I needed to make a quick getaway. I ran my gaze over the house and froze when I made eye contact with the person standing on the deck . . . Layne.

I didn’t move. He didn’t move. What do I do now? What if he tells me to get lost? Well, then at least I will have heard it straight from the horses’ mouth, so to speak. I took a deep breath, put one foot in front of the other and headed toward the house.
Layne had made his way across the deck and down the steps. Our gazes still locked on each other, we stopped about three feet apart.

I had no idea what to say. My bottom lip quivered and it was difficult to breathe.

Slowly, Layne opened his arms and I knew of no other place in existence for me to be at the moment. We stepped together. His arms wrapped around my shoulders, his right hand cupped my head, and pressed my face into his chest like he always had, before.

“Layne . . .” I exhaled into his chest.

“I’m here. I just knew you’d find me, my brave girl.” He gently stroked my hair as he rocked us in a comforting rhythm.

“I thought you were gone forever.” Trembling, I leaned into his embrace.

“No, I’m here. Just let me hold you. I need to hold you,” he said. “It’s been so long . . . so long. Lynzi, I have missed you so much.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist and clinched both hands into fists full of his shirt, intent to hold on for dear life. Determined I would not let him slip away again. I had to hold on. Hold on tight, even if only in a dream.

We stood clinging to each other as the sun faded behind the horizon and dusk settled around us.

My eyes blinked open. I was alone in my bed, my mind filled memories from my dream. A hint of rose fragrance hung around me. Was I losing my mind?

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TaBiMB Welcomes Becky Lower!

We’ll do the fun questions first. Feel free to edit a question if you need to.

Can you tell us a little about yourself?
I’ve never married, and have no children, so I have been lucky enough to have the flexibility to move around the country. I’ve lived in Ohio, Michigan, Washington, DC, Virginia, West Virginia, Arizona, and Texas. I’ve met amazing people in these various locations, and use both the locations and the people to create my stories. Couldn’t have done that if I’d stayed in one spot my whole life.

What is the most romantic thing your significant other or anyone has done for you?
This may not sound romantic, but when I was living in West Virginia, the only heat in my house was by a wood stove. I had a whole truckload of wood delivered, dumped in my driveway, and then had to rush to the airport to pick up my sweetie. When we arrived back at my house, I went inside to get dinner started and he stayed outside, stacking every single log for me without me asking him to do so. What would have taken me hours to do, he was able to accomplish while I was making dinner. It sure beat getting a box of chocolates!

I’ll be honest: that sounds pretty romantic to me!

Do you ever write in your PJs?
Most of the time, yes, I do. My most creative time is in the morning.

If you could be any cartoon character, who would you be, and why?
I’d love to be Nemo, since I’ve never been comfortable in the water.

White wine or red?
Depends on what’s for dinner. I like it all.

Coffee or tea?

Vanilla or chocolate ice cream?
Vanilla. I’m not a chocolate girl, except at Easter.

Where and when do you prefer to do your writing?
I’m fortunate to have a home with a dedicated office. I have a lovely desk, it’s not far from the coffee pot, and my dog likes to come in and visit me, lying down in the spot where the sun comes in the window.

If you were deserted on an island, who are 3 famous people you would want with you?
Thomas Jefferson, Jedediah Smith and George Clooney. No women.

I’ll admit: I love my girlfriends, but I picked men, too. Why share all that attention?

So, who’s an actor you have a crush on?
I’ve always had a crush on Robert Redford. Just his hair, though. It was recently pointed out to me that most of my heroes have shaggy blond hair. And most male models don’t. I guess I need to change my hair crush to someone like Johnny Depp.

I love Robert Redford’s hair. My screensaver is a picture of him and Paul Newman from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. What is a movie or TV show that you watched recently and really enjoyed?
My sister was in town over Christmas and we saw Saving Mr. Banks, which was excellent. It’s about how Walt Disney turned the book, Mary Poppins, into the movie, and worked with the author to make it happen. When the author started to correct the script at the first line, it reminded me of something Nora Roberts once said about having her books turned into movies—Pick your battles.

Now comes the ones about your writing:

What made you decide to be an author?
I’ve always written, from a young age. I never took it seriously, though, and thought I needed to do something that was more like WORK in my professional life. So, I WORKED for years, the whole time vaguely discontented, knowing that I wasn’t doing what I really wanted to do. The economic depression in 2008 caused me to lose my job, and made me take the leap into becoming a legitimate writer.

How did you choose the genre you write in?
I write what I have read for years—historical and contemporary. I loved Julia Quinn’s Bridgerton series, but wanted to write about American history rather than Regency England. That’s how my Cotillion Ball series came to be. I also am a sucker for time-travel books, beginning with A Knight In Shining Armor by Jude Deveraux. My time-travel book has been written and rewritten time and again. Some day, I’ll finish it. And, as for contemporary romances, the gold standard is Nora Roberts.

Are you a pantser or a plotter and why?
I’m kind of a hybrid. I like to use Blake Snyder’s Beat Sheet to figure out the main plot points and then put it away and just let the story unfold. The book I’m working on now is one where I had to write the synopsis first, and I did it the same way. Put it away and didn’t look at it while I was writing the story. I’m about halfway done with it now, and pulled the synopsis out the other day and compared the two. I was amazed at how far my story has strayed from the original story line. Still the same story, just a whole lot different.

Is there a particular author who may have influenced you?
My all-time favorites are Nora Roberts, Julia Quinn and Jude Deveraux, obviously, although there are so many more that I admire.

What is your all time favorite book?
A Knight In Shining Armor. I read it every year, almost.

What is your favorite sentence or quote in your new release?
It’s a sentence from the mother of all the Fitzpatrick children. She’s a meddler in her children’s love lives, since it’s her job to get them all married off now. Her eldest, Halwyn, exposes her meddling and asks her how this has happened. Her response still makes me laugh: “Well, I suppose in the same way it’s been happening for thousands of years. Man meets woman, the pair spend time together, decide they care for each other well enough to spend the rest of their lives together, marry, and have a family.”

How much trouble did your characters give you while writing your new release? Which one gave you the most trouble and why?
This was the first book where there was an actual villain. He started out just being a mean guy, but, as the book went on, the stuff he was pulling got meaner and meaner. He became an abusive husband, caused accidents that could have killed people, gambled his money away. I had a hard time getting into his head, since it’s such foreign thinking to me. Although I do have a hard time passing a slot machine.

Where do you get your ideas from?
Where don’t I get ideas from?

A snippet of an overheard conversation, a billboard or a clever commercial, a sassy response from a reality TV star, or a line from a song. Those are all great idea-starters.

How did you choose your title?

Titles and cover art are so important. My Cotillion series began with a book called The Reluctant Debutante. The second one was The Abolitionist’s Secret. By the time I wrote the third one, I realized I was locked into three-word titles. I try to tie in a bit of the book’s story line into the title, but it’s really a process. Blinded By Grace is about a man who just got glasses to correct his nearsightedness, and is able to see across the ballroom for the first time. He spies a friend of his sisters, Grace, sitting alone across the room.

How do you cure writer’s block?
I’ve never had writer’s block. I always have more ideas than I have time. Sure, there are times when where to go next with the story can be problematic. And, if that happens, I’ll stop and write a quick blog, go back to my beat sheet and take a look at that, or cook something and just think about it for a while.

Do you have any advice for an aspiring writer?
Don’t put off what you really want to do until later. I know having a family and a job can make it seem like you just can’t find the time to write, but make yourself and your happiness a priority. Carve out an extra half-hour each day to take care of admire.

What is the best advice you’ve ever been given in regard to your writing?
To trust my writing. The reason my time-travel is still a WIP is because I shopped it around at contests and agents. I took every ounce of criticism and advice from them, and changed the story around to address all those comments. It sucked the life out of the story to do that. I didn’t trust myself and my writing enough to write the book I wanted to. I will, one day, finish it. I promise.

And, most recently, an editor told me to trust my reader. I was trying to explain the behavior of the villain, and doing it over and over. My editor said the reader would understand without the constant reminder. I ended up removing thirteen references to it. I really was pounding it over my readers’ heads. There’s nothing like a good editor.

Where can your readers stalk you?

Tell us about your new release:

In 1858 New York City, Halwyn Fitzpatrick thinks he’s off the hook for attendance at the annual Cotillion Ball. He has no sister to shepherd down the grand staircase this year and no real desire to go through the rituals of courtship and betrothal himself. Besides, he’ll know the right girl when he sees her, especially now that he has new spectacles. But his mother has other plans for him. At 27 years of age, her son is in dire need of a wife.

Grace Wagner needs a husband by July, in order to inherit the trust her father has left for her. Her stepfather, though, has other plans for the money, and the last thing he wants is for Grace to find a husband before she turns 21, thereby fulfilling the terms of the trust. She’s been in love with Halwyn since she was thirteen, but he hasn’t noticed her at any of the balls they’ve attended over the years. With the aid of his new spectacles, he spies Grace from across the room and they share a dance. Grace decides to present him with a business proposition that will satisfy them both. But, can a clueless knight in shining armor and a desperate damsel in distress find a way to turn a marriage of convenience into something more?

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Thursday Threads Welcomes Jo Richardson!

Cursed be the Wicked, by J.R.Richardson
Genre – Paranormal Mystery Romance
Heat Level – Sensual
Release Date: March 5, 2014

Cooper Shaw lives his life under a pen name and enjoys the anonymity it provides during his journeys across the globe as a seasoned writer for a travel magazine. When his job lands him in his hometown of Salem, Massachusetts to cover the famous Festival of the Dead, he soon realizes that he can’t stay invisible forever as he faces ghosts from a past he’s been trying to forget ever since he left.
The city holds nothing but bad memories for Coop until he meets a quirky young woman with an old soul and curious insights by the name of Finnley Pierce. While she acts as his tour guide through a town he thought he knew, Finn helps him unearth the truth of his childhood and might even begin to open up his heart.

By unraveling the mystery of his father’s murder, Coop may finally accept who he is, where he came from, and perhaps even realize what he wants for his future.

“I came by Geneva’s to see you this morning,” I tell her. She slides her hands inside my jacket, around my waist. She holds us together tighter.

“You did?” There’s a smile in her voice. I grin but she can’t see it.

“I’ve gotten used to starting my days out with you in them.”

“You have?” She leans back to look at me. She’s stunned although I have no idea why. I’ve been so transparent even a bat could see through me the past few days.

“Yeah,” I tell her, “I have.” I brush the hair out of her face. Even through the rainfall I can see the blush in her cheeks. This is the most vulnerable I’ve seen Finn since Geneva’s, when she thanked me for handling Dan.

“Most people don’t like the way I’m so pushy sometimes,” she says. “They find it offensive. Some might even say I’ve got a smart mouth. Too smart for my own good, blah blah blah.”

She trails off at the end there and I laugh at the way she thinks I’m buying that none of it bothers her.

“Come to think of it, you did say something I found offensive yesterday,” I tell her half serious. She looks hurt but I can’t stop the smirk from spreading across my face as I back her up against the nearest tree.

She’s caught off guard by the move, I can hear it in the way her breath hitches. “What was that?”

She tries to recover but she fails.
“I believe the term you used was friends,” I tell her, narrowing my eyes. Her lips part, just barely. She swallows something down then clears her throat.

“Isn’t that what we are?”

I move my head from side to side. “I don’t think so, Finn.”


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About the author:
A writer of stories and lover of life.
Jo grew up in Maryland with four siblings, three parents and an endless number of cousins within the vicinity. Today she lives in Florida with her two girls and a husband that shares her same sense of humor and basic take on life as we know it.

Life is too short to put dreams on the back burner.

She’s always loved writing, and always enjoys a good mystery, so in 2012, Jo wrote a novel that was picked up by the good people at Soul Mate Publishing.

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