Friday, March 27, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Coming March 24, 2009 from Samhain Publishing
Robyn Maxwell doesn’t care that her brother has to cancel out on their backcountry ski trip. She can do it alone. The fact she’s deaf doesn’t make her survival skills any weaker. The chance to get away from it all and relax in the Yukon wilderness is just what she’s been craving.
Meeting wilderness guide Keil at the cabin starts cravings of another kind. Keil’s one hot hunk of ripped, tasty male. Now she has to deal with raging hormones as well as strange questions about wolves and mates and challenges to the death.
Keil was trying for a nice reflective retreat before challenging for the Alpha position of his Alaskan pack. He wasn’t planning on meeting the woman destined to be his mate, or finding out she’s not aware she has the genes of a wolf.
Between dealing with his accident-prone younger brother, a deaf mate with an attitude and an impending duel to the death, his week—and his bed—is suddenly full.
Far from the relaxing getaway any of them had in mind…
Warning: Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘talking with your hands.’ Includes dangerous use of sarcasm and hot nookie in a remote wilderness sauna.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
TITLE OF FIRST BOOK: Wolf Signs
RELEASE DATE: March 24, 2009
FAVORITE WRITING STORY/SAYING/MEMORY: Favorite memories so far are little moments that make my heart beat faster. Getting an acceptance letter. Having a Beta reader slip in the comment that the section she just finished made her laugh/cry/sweat… Seeing the cover artwork for the first time. Getting an ‘Oh, I loved your book, I just read it for the second time.’ I’m still in shock I wrote the thing, so it’s thrilling to know someone enjoyed it enough to re-read it!
FAVORITE NON-WRITING STORY/SAYING/MEMORY: I have a small wall plaque that states, “I am subject to bursts of enthusiasm.” I tend to do things 110%, jumping in with both feet and going for it. Cooking, kayaking, reading, living… all out all the time!
It’s not a bad way to live but it makes for some interesting moments!
In hot weather, sushi. In cold, macaroni and cheese. The real stuff in the blue box. With lots of pepper and ketchup.
COMFORT READ: The Belgariad series by David Eddings. It’s simply full of every single fantasy element and too funny to boot. I love the bantering between the characters. It may not be real high literature but it’s a hoot and perfect for escapism.
YOUR PERFECT DAY:
Waking up to sunshine and heading out to do some kind of activity before breakfast- ski in winter, kayak or bike or canoe or walk in summer. Breakfast out with my hubby then getting to write/read all day until dinner.
After a good day writing I’d enjoy supper with the family and then play games with them. We like logic puzzle type stuff or hubby and I could go play bridge- just learning and it’s been a blast.
Some time chatting online with friends and a good book to read with a glass of wine in the evening.
Can I do this tomorrow? Please?
WHAT ARE YOU WORKING ON NOW?
I have a few works in progress. A ménage paranormal with the heroine has psychic abilities. A western romance. A naughty version of an Aesop’s fable.
Revising another werewolf paranormal. Lots on the go!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
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And keep reading e, everyone!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Warning: This book contains the sexiest of all bad boys, a woman desperate to get what she wants, deadly soul-sucking demons, surprise visits by Biblical characters, frog grenades, very bad dogs, sacrifice, redemption and eternal love.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
TITLE OF FIRST BOOK: SOUL STEALER
RELEASE DATE: March 17, 2009. Happy St. Patty’s Day!
FAVORITE WRITING STORY/SAYING/MEMORY: Getting the call from Deborah Nemeth, editor at Samhain, ranks right up there with my all-time favs. I hit my knees and cried tears of joy the entire day! Everyone I ran into (even unsuspecting strangers in line at my favorite coffee house) got a sloppy wet hug. After 20 years of writing and five years of working nonstop to get published, the day had finally arrived. It was a lot like giving birth, once you have that baby in your arms, all the pain and suffering is quickly forgotten and you are ready to try again.
FAVORITE NON-WRITING STORY/SAYING/MEMORY: Ah well, I have two beautiful sons who inspire me and make me laugh every single day. The memories of those two coming into the world are my favorite crazy memories. Again, who remembers the pain?
COMFORT FOOD: Chocolate. Is there any other? Give me dark chocolate and I’ll be your friend for life.
COMFORT READ: My reading favorites are all across the board. I love Gemma Halliday’s IN HEELS books. On my book shelves I have Janet Evanovich, Stephen King, Stephenie Meyer, James Lee Burke, Nora Roberts, Catherine Ryan-Hyde. I read fast and furiously. If the book sucks me in, I won’t stop until I’ve gobbled it all up.
YOUR PERFECT DAY: Today. I’m here having an interview on my first book. What’s not to love?
WHAT ARE YOU WORKING ON NOW?: My next release is CATCH ME IN CASTILE, Samhain, Fall 2009. Right now I’m working on HOLD ME IN HAITI.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Any post this week is open, so be sure to leave a comment or two. You may be a winner!
Oh, you need a topic to post on? :) How about -- What do you like about e-books?
For me, there are several reasons. I love:
1. The variety of stories available.
2. The instant gratification. I live half an hour from the nearest bookstore, and sometimes I just can't wait for a book.
3. The "green" aspect.
How about you? What's your reason for enjoying e-books?
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
In honor of Lessons Learned earning a Top Pick rating from RT Magazine, here's an excerpt from the first of the two books in the anthology, Lessons In Love. Enjoy!
Move over, Mary Poppins! A free-spirited teacher is about to give a buttoned-up royal something he never expected—a lesson in love.
Hungry for adventure and eager to break free of her snobby home town, Brynn Dexter takes a teaching job in a foreign country, sight unseen. But when she arrives, she discovers the Laurivenia Academy doesn’t exist. And neither does the teaching job.
Alex du Charbonneaux, crown prince of Laurivenia, is tired of intense media scrutiny, and wary of social-climbing women who stoop to feigning interest in his vulnerable five-year-old daughter in order to get close to him. So if he fudged the details of the “teaching job” to protect his child—and his privacy—who can blame him?
His careful plans begin to unravel the moment Brynn appears on his doorstep. She is beautiful and free spirited, nothing like the dowdy, obedient nanny he ordered.
While being a nanny to a princess is a far cry from the teaching position Brynn expected, she quickly realizes the child is in dire need of a little fun in her life—as is her stuffed-shirt father. As she sets out to teach both of them how to live a little, sparks fly and unexpected passion burns between her and Alex.
But Alex’s deep-rooted suspicions linger, and Brynn struggles with the feeling that she is not good enough for him. So when the paparazzi discover their affair, all bets are off.
Can the prince and the nanny find common ground—and learn to trust in love?
Lessons In Love, (c) 2007 Kate Davies
She had chocolate on her upper lip.
It took every ounce of willpower Alex had not to reach across the little table and remove it for her. To take the tip of one finger and smooth it away—oh, God, to lick it off…
Alex shifted in his chair, thankful that Brynn was oblivious to the effect she had on him. She chattered away, cupping the stoneware mug in both hands, closing her eyes in delight as she sipped the hot drink.
He shouldn’t even be there. He should be in his office, reading over applications for the Laurivenia Trust. The annual ball was coming up in just a few weeks and he still hadn’t decided which projects were the most deserving of funding.
But he’d heard Brynn out in the hall, stomping and muttering, and he was up from his desk before he even realized what he was doing.
Alex picked up his own mug and took a sip. It was smooth and rich, the perfect comfort drink. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had hot chocolate. He was more likely to be served fancy espresso drinks. But as soon as they reached the empty kitchen, Brynn had insisted on preparing enough for both of them. She had puttered around the kitchen, plucking ingredients from the huge walk-in pantry, even sending Alex to fetch a container of cream from the industrial-sized refrigerator.
She was at ease in the kitchen, keeping up a running monologue while she whipped and stirred and blended. Her earlier embarrassment seemed to have faded, and Alex was glad. He enjoyed listening to her talk. They could have been any couple, hanging out in the kitchen after a night out.
Except he was the crown prince of Laurivenia and she was his daughter’s nanny.
He could stand it no longer.
“Chocolate.” He pointed to her upper lip. Her tongue darted out, pink and inviting, to lick the creamy spot away. Alex ground his teeth together and fixed his gaze over her shoulder.
“All gone?” She laughed self-consciously. “Way to make a good impression, right?”
“You have no need to worry about the impression you make.”
“Thank you,” she said. “I think.”
Against his better judgment, he looked back at her. A tiny smile played across her lips. Her face, clean of makeup, was fresh and bright despite the late hour. An air of innocence and enthusiasm wrapped around her like a cloak.
But that was the question—was it real, a part of her, or something she only donned for special occasions?
He no longer trusted his instincts in such matters.
Alex sighed, pushing his half-empty mug away. This wasn’t something he wanted to deal with tonight.
“I’m sorry.” Brynn jumped up to clear their mugs away. “I’m sure you have far more important things to do than sit here keeping me company. You can go ahead and leave. I’ll find my own way back.” She grabbed a cloth from the sink and began swabbing the table, her nervous energy keeping her in perpetual motion.
Alex stood, too, and covered her hand with his own. Her hand stilled, as did the rest of her body.
“Leave it.” He pulled the cloth from her unresisting fingers and tossed it into the huge stainless steel sink. Then he tugged her around the table until they were standing face to face.
Brynn sucked in a quick breath, too shocked to act blasé about the whole thing. A more sophisticated person would just roll with it, she was sure, but Brynn knew she was about as far from sophisticated as it was possible to be.
No, she was more suited for the wide-eyed, slack-jawed idiot role.
He looked down at her, his gaze calm and steady. Brynn felt pinned in place, like a deer in headlights. Nothing short of an earthquake could have moved her from that spot.
“It is late. Allow me to escort you to your rooms.”
Brynn nodded, her eyes wide and unblinking. He squeezed her hand once, then let go. Before she had time to miss his touch, his hand came to rest in the small of her back, and he steered her toward the door.
A tiny part of her realized that she should be taking the opportunity to pay attention to the path back to her suite, but the other ninety-nine percent of her conscious mind was focused on the feel of his hand on her back. Heat seemed to radiate from him, warming her skin and sending a tingling sensation throughout her body. She found herself wishing that they could take the scenic route back to her rooms. Say, through Belgium.
But all too soon she found herself in front of her door, and Alex had dropped his hand, leaving her oddly unsettled. She shook the sensation away.
“Allow me.” He opened the door with practiced ease. It swung inward, revealing the dim light of the fire that had burned low in the grate while she was out on her cocoa run.
“Thank you.” She glanced up at him. “For everything.”
He nodded, his face impassive. Then, with an abruptness that startled her, he leaned over and kissed the edge of her mouth where he’d pointed out the chocolate before. Feather-light, his lips barely touched hers, but an instant, aching tug of desire curled through her. He pulled back, eyes fixed on her mouth. Was his breathing as unsteady as hers?
“You missed a spot,” he said, a rough edge to his voice, before turning and striding away.
She stared after him in stunned disbelief long after he had disappeared down the hall.
Monday, March 09, 2009
Cade Gallagher has wanted Mollie for years. And when she asks him to prove to the world – and herself – that she's not just a good girl, he knows he'd be a fool to say no. But she wants just a temporary fling. Will two weeks be enough time to convince her to take a chance on him – forever?
Excerpt -- Taking the Cake
© 2006 Kate Davies
If she never saw the inside of another cake, it would be too soon.
Mollie Mason shifted uncomfortably, hoping the music cueing her “arrival” would hurry up and start playing. The combination mask/headdress had shifted, leaving her able to see out of only one side, not that there was much to see at the moment besides the dark interior of a round rubber container. And to make matters worse, her spangly leotard was slowly creeping up her butt.
Of course, the pop-up rubber cake left little room to adjust either situation, so she was left crouching on all fours, legs cramping, a half-blind butt-flossing idiot.
At least it wasn’t a real cake, she thought, blinking drops of sweat out of her eyes. She could be worrying about getting crumbs and frosting in unmentionable places.
Instead, she had plenty of time to wonder if it was possible to suffocate inside such a confined space.
“Seattle Tax Accountant Dies Inside Bachelor Party Cake.” Yeah, that’s the legacy she wanted to leave.
Still no music; if they didn’t get her out of this thing soon she was going to completely freak out. And a sobbing, jabbering mess was probably the last thing anyone wanted to see tonight.
For a moment, she let herself wonder—very briefly—how Blaine was going to react when she popped out of the cake. Although the stripper she’d bribed to let her take over the cake-jumping job insisted this was the most modest outfit available, it still revealed far more than she was usually comfortable revealing. At least the mask would hide her identity from the other guys in attendance. She might want to surprise Blaine, maybe shock him out of the complacency that seemed to be creeping into their relationship, but she had no intention of letting his friends and co-workers know that the girl popping out of the cake tonight would be walking down the aisle next Saturday.
She might be feeling a little daring tonight, but she wasn’t a complete moron.
Mollie stretched her neck from side to side, trying to work out the kinks that seemed to be multiplying with each second inside this cake-shaped casket. The weight of the headdress only added to her discomfort—how in the world did showgirls dance every night in Vegas wearing these things?
The scent of disinfectant spray and stale body odor wafted past her nose again, making her gag. How did the poor women who did this for a living tolerate it? Not that they had much choice—the strippers’ union wasn’t exactly a powerhouse in labor relations.
Showed what a sheltered life she led. Until tonight, she’d never even considered these issues.
Her hiding place lurched, nearly sending her sprawling on her butt. Mollie’s heart rate accelerated. Someone was rolling the cake out into the middle of the hotel suite where the party was taking place. At least it would be over soon. Then she’d drag Blaine to a back room and let him in on the secret, plant a big kiss on him, and hightail it over to Caroline’s place to collect her fifty bucks.
She’d fulfilled her terms of the dare, so Caroline had better not kick about paying up.
She’d be lucky if Mollie didn’t insist on double for pain and suffering.
She shifted once again, trying to keep her legs from falling asleep, and settled back to listen for her cue.
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Monday, March 02, 2009
Kevin Best is a blast from the past with more than Maggie’s mouth-watering recipes on his mind. He knows he made one big mistake with her, but she’s got no idea just how far he’ll go to put her heart back on the menu.
When Maggie loses her shop to a fire, and her partners to a stupid mistake, she’s forced to turn to Kevin to help her win a contest that could save her bacon. Friendless, desperate—and with the proverbial bun in the oven—it’s a choice that could change the rest of her life. If she can learn to love again.
What’s the old saying about too many cooks? Maggie’s about to find out…the hard way.
TITLE OF FIRST BOOK: Let’s Dish
RELEASE DATE: March 3, 2009
FAVORITE WRITING STORY/SAYING/MEMORY: National Novel Writing Month (http://www.nanowrimo.org/) 2002 I met two ladies who would be my best writing buddies for years to come. Very valuable learning experience for my writing, and I felt for the first time I had the “stuff” to publish a book. And these ladies have helped me along every step of that road.
FAVORITE NON-WRITING STORY/SAYING/MEMORY: This last Labor Day, to celebrate my birthday, we went to the zoo in Omaha, NE. We had the best weekend, just my husband, my three boys and me. It was right after I signed with Samhain, so it was also a celebration of that accomplishment.
COMFORT FOOD: Steak. Nothing like some good rare cow to make you feel better when you’re down.
COMFORT READ: Jill Churchill mysteries, especially the Jane Jeffry books.
YOUR PERFECT DAY: I have to say the day I sold Let’s Dish. I was at work with the ladies who have seen me through the years where I seemed to be getting nowhere. They hugged me, cried with me, and then took me out and bought me chocolate. I finished the day by crowing on the phone with my best writing buddies. It doesn’t get much better than that.
WHAT ARE YOU WORKING ON NOW?: A romantic comedy titled Courting Kismet. Serena Harrick is an uptight college drama professor who doesn’t think she’s uptight. Butch Callahan is a tough contractor with no intention of helping out some college geek, even if she is kinda cute. Add in amazingly bad timing, a stuffy ex-fiancee, and Serena’s inexplicable need to prove she’s moved on, and the wilds of Minnesota have never seemed so wild.
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Hope you can stop by to listen!