Friday, October 31, 2014

Readers are #FallingIntoLove with the Deputy's Bride @AnitaPhilmar #MFRWauthor

Readers are FALLING INTO LOVE with Romance Books...
especially with Anita Philmar's cowboys.

I'm so excited to tell you about the next book in my Naked Bluff, Texas series. Remember back in book one "In Deep Water," we meet Texas Deputy Bo Kildare. Well, he's back in a book of his own. This story is a little longer than the first two books in the series. What can I say, lawmen can be so demanding.

TODAY IS RELEASE DAY!

See book in Kindle Store

Deputy’s Bride is an erotic, historical western that is a stand-alone story with a satisfying HEA. 

Texas Deputy Bo Kildare is looking for a special kind of lady, one that is willing to meet his special requirements. No sweet little virgin will do, he wants a woman who knows how to please a man, perhaps two.

 Recently widowed, Sarah Elizabeth Foster-LaFever has lived in the public eye for the last few years and wants out. Her reputation as Micah LaFever’s wife has left her penniless and without many viable options until Bo comes calling. Now, she believes she found the perfect man until her past rears its ugly head.

Can murder and corrupt dealings keep these two lovers from making it to the alter?

Excerpt
“God, when is he going to get here,” Sarah muttered and strolled to the freestanding, oval mirror in the corner.
Critically, she examined her silk dressing gown’s high collar. Unable to breathe with every button running down the front of garment secured, she’d only connected a few at her waist. The dark red robe highlighted her creamy complexion and light blonde hair.
 Through the open at the top, she viewed the curve of her breasts and the tight fit of her corset. The cream color almost matched her skin, creating the illusion that she was nude underneath. Tugging aside her wide skirt, she examined the long line of her legs. She’d opted to omit her bloomers. One, because with the fire raging in the fireplace, she was hot. Two, because she thought Mr. Kildare should get a glimpse of what he’d receive if he decided to make her his wife.
  Granted from what Madeline had told Sarah, the man wanted more than a dutiful wife. He sounded as if he were more like her deceased husband. Micah enjoyed playing extreme bedroom games.
  She frowned, thinking how much she’d missed sex in the last year. Not because she hadn’t had the chance to indulge. More because she hadn’t wanted to fall victim to the same power hungry crowd that Micah had belonged. She’d done enough for those bastards and she had no intentions of doing...
 Knuckles hammered against her door.
  Brushing a nervous hand over her hair, she offered up a silent prayer that everything would work out before she rushed back to the doorway. After a quick breathe, she asked, “Who is it?”
  “Bo Kildare, I was sent by Madeline Cowden.”
 A masculine tone rang from the other side.
  His voice alone sent shivers racing over her skin. She flipped back the lock and inched open the door. “Yes, she said you might be stopping by.”
Author Bio
Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way. Influenced by sci-fi programs, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where erotic moments come to life in a great read.

Naughty or Nice? Read her books and decide.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

#Thursday13 PLAY LIST Spooky Sojourn @AshleyLadd

Author Ashley Ladd visits Romance Beckons with a PLAY LIST for her latest book, ‘Spooky Sojourn’.

I love to listen to music and the more my hearing decreases, the more I fear I won’t have this pleasure much longer. You see, I’m a disabled Air Force vet and I wear double hearing aids. Unfortunately, even with the hearing aids, I mishear a lot of words. But if I put ear plugs into my ears, I can still hear the songs.

In case I lose more hearing to the point of not being able to hear music, I hope I’ll be able to hear it in my mind.

I have a very long playlist on You Tube and I also listen to an eclectic mix of songs on Pandora from Moldy Oldies to Motown to Disco to country to my mother’s favorite Frank Sinatra.

Here are the top thirteen songs I listened to while writing ‘Spooky Sojourn’. The hero in this book is an old soul even if I don’t say so. I know so. He listens to Sinatra and Bobby Darrin and a lot of jazz music so I had to add a couple of those type songs on my playlist.

It’s very difficult to choose only thirteen as I there at least a hundred songs on my You Tube play list. Can you tell that I was a teenager during the Disco era?

1. The Way You Look Tonight – Harry Connick Jr.
2. Dream Lover – Bobby Darrin
3. Reunited – Peaches & Herb
4. How Deep Is Your Love – Bee Gees
5. More Than A Woman – Bee Gees
6. Blue Moon – The Marcels
7. Earth Angel – The Penguins
8. Always Be My Baby – David Cook
9. Over You- Daughtry
10. Nights on Broadway – Bee Gees
11. Working My Way Back To You – Franki Valli & The Four Seasons
12. Tonight’s The Night – Rod Stewart
13. Since I Don’t Have You – Skyliners
What are your favorite songs? If you’re an author, what songs are you listening to as you work on your current book?

Spooky Sojourn BLURB
Someone’s trying to kill Deanna, but is it the ghosts she doesn’t believe in, the rich socialite who might be a murderess, or someone else with a beef against The Gilroy Hotel and Resort that Deanna has just been hired to manage? The Gilroy’s owners want the ghosts, or whoever is causing the trouble at the hotel eliminated, and they are pressuring Deanna to do the job as quickly as possible. Harry DeVeaux, paranormal investigator comes highly recommended to do the job and against Deanna’s better judgment, she hires him.

Although Deanna thinks Harry’s crazy for believing in ghosts and Harry thinks Deanna has a closed mind to the possibilities of ghosts and they highly annoy each other, sparks fly. Deanna can’t help but fantasize about Harry and inspired by a romance convention visiting her hotel, writes her fantasies in a private blog that Harry finds, hacks, and reads. Ooh la la!

EXCERPT

Wow!

Deanna reread her fantasy, barely able to believe she’d penned it, wondering if she should delete it. Did she really want to make out with Harry, a perfect stranger, on a public beach? Did she really want her words on the Internet, even in a supposedly private blog under a make-believe name?

Well, it was confidential, right? As long as she didn’t give anybody the web address or password or tell them about it, it would remain secret.

Enough fantasizing! She had to get back to work. Dragging the files out, she familiarized herself with the ghost sightings as well as Lynette’s and Grant’s history. By the time she finished, she knew how they’d died and the theories about their suicides-slash-murders. She also knew that everybody was afraid to point fingers at the now very influential and powerful Roxanne Cambridge-Anderson. Could Roxanne be behind the haunting nonsense? Did she want the hotel shut down? But that made no sense. The rumors portrayed Roxanne as a murderess. It wouldn’t be in her best interest to keep their legend alive.

Deanna’s temples began to ache the harder she thought about everything, so she decided to go to sleep. Hopefully she’d awake if any hijinks took place in the bowling alley.

About three a.m., deafening booms awoke her. Light brightened lane fourteen and all but one pin lay scattered on the wooden floor.

Groggy, Deanna tried to gather her senses. She looked around then, to her horror, she saw an iridescent figure of a man on lane fourteen picking up a glowing ball. Collecting her presence of mind, she grabbed her webcam, pointed it at the ghostly shape and turned it on. Shaking, she tried to hold her computer steady. Not believing what she was seeing, she knew there had to be a rational explanation. Perhaps some machine was projecting the image onto the lanes. Perhaps a real person stood in front of her in glowing phosphorescent powder.

Whatever or whoever it was, picked up the ball, and knocked down the spare pin. Then the ‘apparition’ bowled three strikes in a row.

Unexpectedly, he turned and glared at her, fire shooting from his eyes. Pins flew from all the lanes at her. Her heart racing, she ducked under the score table.

AUTHOR BIO
Ashley Ladd is a disabled Air Force vet that is hard of hearing but still loves language, especially the written word. She loves a sexy man, especially one with a military background and they’ll often pop up in her stories. She also loves cats and has been known to empower a cat with the gift of speech. Unfortunately he wouldn’t shut up. J She loves to plug into Pandora and sip Diet Coke while writing, usually with a cat or kid at her side.

How you can contact Ashley:
BLOG  |  FACEBOOK  |  TWITTER  |  GOODREADS

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

#BOOKSauthorsREAD with #MFRWauthor @VickiBatman

Welcome author Vicki Batman to Romance Beckons.
Like some of her characters, award-winning author, Vicki Batman has worked a wide variety of jobs including lifeguard, ride attendant at an amusement park; a hardware store, department store, book store, antique store clerk; administrative assistant in an international real estate firm; and a general “do anything gal” at a financial services firm--the list is endless, giving her plenty of crazy material for her writing.

Writing for several years, she has completed three manuscripts, written essays, and sold many short stories. She is a member of RWA and several writing groups and chapters. In 2004, she joined DARA and has served in many capacities, including 2009 President. DARA awarded her the Robin Teer Memorial Service Award in 2010. Most days begin with her hands set to the keyboard and thinking "What if??"

What was your favorite book as a child?
I know I read Harold and the Purple Crayon and Dr. Seuss, but mostly I remember adoring the Happy Hollister books, especially the one where they visit the Florida island, Sanibel, and go searching for a rare seashell. Eventually, I did visit there.

What book inspired you to be an author?
When I was a young mom, I latched onto Dick Francis’ mysteries and knew I wanted to write like him. Kinda hard considering his books are about the horseracing business in England and I know nothing about racing or England. LOL. He has since passed and his son, Felix, is writing them and they are good.

What is the last book you read just for fun?
Right now, I’m reading a great mystery by Elizabeth George, Just One Evil Act. It is pretty thick; however, I’m making headway 30 minutes every night. What a good book.

What upcoming releases are you most looking forward to? 
I have Damage by Felix Francis waiting by my bed—that’s a good thing!

Connect with Vicki here:
WEBSITE  |  FACEBOOK  |  TWITTER  |  PINTEREST  |  BLOG
Vicki's newest release is Temporarily Employed.
New Job. New Love. And Murder.

Hattie Cook's dream job is down the toilet and her new SUV violated. Desperate for cash to cover the basic necessities of rent and food, she takes a temporary job at Buy Rite Insurance Company where she uncovers an embezzling scam tied to the death of a former employee--the very one she replaced.

Detective Allan Charles Wellborn has secretly adored Hattie all his life. When the police determine there's more to the death of a former Buy Rite employee, he steps in to lead the investigation. Overly dedicated, always perfect, he puts his job first, even if doing so ultimately hurts the one he loves.

Can the killer be found before Hattie's time is up?


Excerpt from Temporarily Employed
“Yuck.”

Pretty much covered the whole freakin’ day.

A blinding red-white, red-white strobe, reflected in my brand new Wrangler’s rearview mirror, seized my attention. The police. I tossed my hands skyward, ready to surrender. I shouldn’t have been too surprised. Like I'd commented this a.m. to my roommate, Jenny, “Today, anything’s possible.”

My Bad Day checklist included:

- Crappy job interview, one which might have provided desperately needed income.

- Wore gut-busting panty hose on a hot day which had now worked past my waist and strangled my diaphragm.

- A barely blowing air conditioner indicated something had malfunctioned in my new, fun car.

I stole another glance in the mirror, and with great reluctance, flipped the right turn indicator. My vehicle coasted to a stop on the shoulder of Boston Avenue in my hometown of Sommerville, a nice suburb located between two large cities. Four lanes of cars and trucks zipped by as I sat there where every single one of my family, friends, friends’ friends, and their friends—including Rat Fink Suzanne—would see a police vehicle positioned right behind mine. Gleefully, drivers would chant the “Ha-ha, got you, not me” ditty.

How embarrassing.
After killing the engine, I flopped back in the seat. Shooting the morons the finger was an idea. Nah. I'm too exhausted to care.

A litany of: "No, not hiring." "Just filled the position." "You're over qualified." "You're under qualified…" tornadoed through my head. Coupled with the intense job search through various outlets like the internet and completing numerous online employment applications, no wonder my body had been depleted of all life force.
Not even a breeze blew to take the edge off the unbearable summertime heat. Tangled wild trees and dry scrubby bushes banked the roadside. The grass had taken on a scorched look. Rolling down the driver’s window, I surveyed my surroundings. Nothing great. Nothing new.

I stole a glance in the side mirror at the policeman who strode purposefully along the shoulder. The gravel crunched under his boots. He looked huge, probably because his uniform, which appeared to be bulked with a bullet-proof vest, made him resemble a buffed-up superhero in size. Exceedingly intimidating.

Sigh. When things went wrong, they were really wrong.
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