Sunday, January 1, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday - January 1, 2012

A new year, and a new book for Six Sentence Sunday. Today's six sentences come from my upcoming novel Behind Closed Doors due out February 9th, 2012.


She backed toward the stairs without thinking. It was then that he noticed her, appraising her from head to foot, and his scrutiny made her uncomfortable. Even though she was completely clothed, she felt the need to cover herself.

He was huge, taller than Jared or her father. His hair was a dark brown, only a shade darker than his eyes, and he looked dangerous, more dangerous than her husband, and her frightened expression must have been apparent. She closed her eyes tight, willing everything to go away: her memories, her fear, this man before her.




Paperbacks are now available for pre-order. Ebooks will be available for download beginning February 9th.

Summary

Elizabeth Marshall spent the last nine years doing all the things she was supposed to do. She went to a good college. Married a man with a promising future. Elizabeth even had a nice house in a respectable part of town. There was even the promise of 2.4 kids in her future. From the outside everything looked picture perfect.

Then one night, the world she lived in came crashing down. Six months later with her husband dead and her friends gone, Elizabeth moves to the small town of Springfield, Ohio to start a new life where no one knows who she is or about her past.

Christopher Daniels enjoys the simplicity of his bachelor life. After his divorce three years ago, he swore off women. He has no desire to change that philosophy.

When Elizabeth Marshall moves into the apartment below his in the small Victorian house, she makes him reconsider the motto he’s lived by for the last three years: women are trouble. She is everything his ex-wife is not, and it doesn’t help that she is his wet dream come to life.

He is determined to resist her charms; however, when someone sends threatening messages to Elizabeth, he finds himself in the role of protector. Can he protect Elizabeth and still resist the pull she has on his body and his heart?


Friday, December 30, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday - 12-30-11

Flash Fiction Friday. What can you do with only 100 words?
I stood and watched as the banter continued. They’d been flirting all day, and now they’d agreed to an arm wrestling match.
Each took a position on one side of the picnic table, readying themselves for the impromptu duel. It was completely silly, and over a disagreement on whether or not there should be marshmallows in hot chocolate.
Never in a million years would I have expected this to happen the first time my two best friends met. They were completely opposite, but you’d have to be a fool not to feel the sexual tension coming off those two today.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Behind Closed Doors is now available for pre-order

You can now order your paperback on Behind Closed Doors on the TWCS website. The e-book will be available for download starting February 9, 2012.

http://ph.thewriterscoffeeshop.com/books/detail/46

Elizabeth Marshall spent the last nine years doing all the things she was supposed to do. She went to a good college. Married a man with a promising future. Elizabeth even had a nice house in a respectable part of town. There was even the promise of 2.4 kids in her future. From the outside everything looked picture perfect.

Then one night, the world she lived in came crashing down. Six months later with her husband dead and her friends gone, Elizabeth moves to the small town of Springfield, Ohio to start a new life where no one knows who she is or about her past.

Christopher Daniels enjoys the simplicity of his bachelor life. After his divorce three years ago, he swore off women. He has no desire to change that philosophy.

When Elizabeth Marshall moves into the apartment below his in the small Victorian house, she makes him reconsider the motto he’s lived by for the last three years: women are trouble. She is everything his ex-wife is not, and it doesn’t help that she is his wet dream come to life.

He is determined to resist her charms; however, when someone sends threatening messages to Elizabeth, he finds himself in the role of protector. Can he protect Elizabeth and still resist the pull she has on his body and his heart?

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Congratulations!

Congratulations to ER Pierce, winner of my very first blog contest!

She will receive an ARC of Behind Closed Doors as soon as I can wrestle it from the hands of my editor. For the rest of you, Behind Closed Doors will be released February 9, 2012 through The Writer's Coffee Shop Publishing House, Amazon, B&N.com, and other Internet book retailers.

Elizabeth Marshall spent the last nine years doing all the things she was supposed to do. She went to a good college. Married a man with a promising future. Elizabeth even had a nice house in a respectable part of town. There was even the promise of 2.4 kids in her future. From the outside everything looked picture perfect.

Then one night, the world she lived in came crashing down. Six months later with her husband dead and her friends gone, Elizabeth moves to the small town of Springfield, Ohio to start a new life where no one knows who she is or about her past.

Christopher Daniels enjoys the simplicity of his bachelor life. After his divorce three years ago, he swore off women. He has no desire to change that philosophy.

When Elizabeth Marshall moves into the apartment below his in the small Victorian house, she makes him reconsider the motto he’s lived by for the last three years: women are trouble. She is everything his ex-wife is not, and it doesn’t help that she is his wet dream come to life.

He is determined to resist her charms; however, when someone sends threatening messages to Elizabeth, he finds himself in the role of protector. Can he protect Elizabeth and still resist the pull she has on his body and his heart?

Friday, December 23, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday - 11-23-11

Flash Fiction Friday. What can you do with only 100 words?
The snow came down with increased intensity as she ran through the cobbled streets. She needed to see him before tonight; to feel him beneath her fingers.

The streets were deserted due to the sudden snow storm, but she didn’t care about the weather. In fact, it worked in her favor. No one would be able to see them.

She reached the entrance to the square, spotting him standing a mere twenty feet away. With renewed excitement, she picked up her skirts and ran the remaining distance separating them.

In one fluid movement, she was there. Her world was right.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Christmas Traditions - TWCS Holiday Blog Hop

TWCS Author Blog Hop - Our authors are sharing holiday traditions Dec. 12 - 23. Each day an author will post on their blog a personal holiday tradition or a holiday tradition of their characters. They will also post the blog hop icon. You will notice in the bottom right hand corner of the icon a holiday/winter object. You will need to write these objects down and keep the list handy. In addition to great giveaways happening each day on the authors' blogs, we will have a grand prize drawing on TWCS's website (http://www.thewriterscoffeeshop.com/publishinghouse). To enter the grand prize drawing you will need to have collected all 11 objects.

What is the grand prize? An ebook of Season of Love, your choice of paperback (Connected, Take This Regret, Slave, or Fourteen), TWCS coffee mug, bookmarks (many are signed by the author). TWCS pen and notepad.

Growing up, Christmas was an all day event.

The day would start out with my brother and I waking up as early as possible to open our Christmas presents. By the time we were finished unwrapping gifts, the living room was littered with wrapping paper. Mom would find little scraps lying around the room for the next few hours or clinging to the bottom of our feet.

Sometimes we’d spend the rest of the morning playing with what we received, however the morning also typically included a nap for everyone except my mom. We’d get up so early to open gifts (my parents finally put a 4am limit to how early we were allowed to get up) that we needed to recharge before the family activities started. While we napped, mom used the quiet time to prep the food for dinner.

At twelve thirty, however, everyone was up and moving. We would all choose a new outfit we got for Christmas and put it on before leaving for our grandparent’s house.

At one-thirty, our family Christmas tradition truly began. Our entire family, including all my aunts and uncles and cousins, arrived at our grandparent’s house for lunch. Everyone would bring a side dish. Grandma would have ham and would make her homemade chicken and noodles. Make shift tables made of plywood and sawhorses were set up in the living room so there was enough seating for everyone.

Once everyone finished eating, we’d all gather around to watch Grandma and Grandpa open their gifts. My grandmother grew up during the great depression and hated to waste anything, including wrapping paper. It would take her forever to open gifts as she’s gently put her finger under each piece of tape, trying to get it to separate the paper without tearing it. Grandpa on the other hand grabbed a corner and ripped without ceremony. It was always amusing and we joke to this day at the contrast.

With lunch finished and gifts opened, everyone helped clean up before piling in our vehicles and driving to my aunt and uncle’s house. There, we’d all gather in the living room. My aunt would bring everyone cookies and candies that she’d baked and she’d give each family a loaf of homemade bread. Then, we’d all watched as each member of their family showed what they’d received for Christmas this year.

The rest of the day continued on like this as we went to each of my aunt and uncle’s houses to eat more treats and see more gifts.

Around six o’clock, my mom and dad would always make sure we were the first to leave so that we could head back to our house; the last stop of the day. Growing up, my parent’s always put on a large spread for dinner. My mom would say that this was her Christmas present to her family.

My grandparents have long passed, and so have many of my aunts and uncles, so our Christmas no longer begins with lunch at grandma’s or the caravan of families going from house to house. One tradition, however, remains. On Christmas night, all my living aunts and uncles, my cousins, second cousins, and now even a few third cousins; gather together at my mom’s house for Christmas dinner. We laugh, we cry, we sing carols, and we remember those who are no longer with us.

Dec. 12 Veronica Breville http://veronicabrevilleauthor.wordpress.com/

Dec. 13 Kathryn Gayle http://kathryngayle.com/blog/

Dec. 14 JD Watts http://jdwatts.blogspot.com/

Dec. 15 Michele Richard http://michele-richard.blogspot.com/

Dec. 16 Jennifer Schmidt http://jleeschmidt.blogspot.com/

Dec. 17 Sophia Duane http://sophiaduane.blogspot.com/

Dec. 19 Sherri Hayes http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/

Dec. 20 Michelle Birbeck http://apps.michellebirbeck.co.uk/Blog/

Dec. 21 Lindsey Gray http://lindsey-gray.blogspot.com/

Dec. 22 C. M. Smith http://cmsmithauthor.blogspot.com/

Dec. 23 E. L. James http://blog.eljamesauthor.com/

As an extra little treat, I am offering a 'Advanced Readers Copy' of my new romantic suspense novel, Behind Closed Doors, to one lucky winner. We are in the final stages of editing this novel, so the winner will receive the ebook ARC as soon as its ready. Below are instructions on how to enter. Good Luck, and Merry Christmas!

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday - December 18, 2011

Cali held on tight as he came down from his high. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too," she smiled up at him.

"Merry Christmas, beautiful."

She laughed, their bodies still joined so she could feel every inch of him. "Merry Christmas to you, handsome."



For a limited time only discontinued on 31st of January 2012.