Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Soul Search by Amber Scott - Review: Bestseller for a Day Feature Indie Book Collective

Three years ago, one horrific night changed his life forever. And now the wolf soul that was invoked to save him is taking over his body, day by day.

Can he master his animal instincts in time to discover who is stealing children's souls before the delicate balance we all depend upon is shattered?

Or will he reject the one woman who can help heal his body and his soul?

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4 Stars

Amber Scott excels at creating flawed characters and then surrounding them with emotional landmines. Grant carries a burden of guilt that he feels powerless to escape; his life was torn asunder three years ago when his young nephew was abducted while he was almost beaten to death, helpless to protect the boy.  On that night, Grant was given a dual spirit; bequeathed by an unlikely benefactress to help him search for and rescue his nephew. His efforts thus far have been fruitless.

When Grant’s sister, Beatrice, hires yet another psychic, he is skeptical to say the least. Soon, however, he realizes that Leigh is the real McCoy. She also confuses him because she awakens something in him that has been buried deep inside.

Broke and alone, Leigh is homesick. After having used most of her savings to reach him, Leigh has just been unceremoniously dumped by the man whom she thought would become her husband. Leigh is not looking for any emotional entanglements after that embarrassing fiasco.  Helping Beatrice find her son, Tristan, gives Leigh exactly the opportunity she needs to return home.  Regardless, Leigh feels drawn to Bea’s enigmatic and volatile brother even as he tries to shield her from the darkness that is his nature.

Amber Scott capably gives voice to her characters with tersely written short sentences and phrases deliberately intended to convey the essence of what each character is feeling, thinking about, or reacting to.  While normally I prefer reading books that are written using a more flowing sentence structure, in this case, the shorter, sometimes choppy flow, works well.  The story moves along quickly as the tension escalates.  The dynamics between the characters is particularly engaging, though I do feel like Shelton could have benefitted from some additional fleshing out.  I enjoyed reading this book and stayed awake until the wee hours of the morning so I could find out how it would all end.  The ending was satisfying while leaving just enough room to set up for the next installment in this uniquely conceptualized series.

Reviewed by Laurie

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Tsunami Blue  In a future world where the US has been reduced to a series of island chains, Kathryn “Blue” O’Malley has to work with an enigmatic, arrogant man to predict when the next killer wave will hit, while on the run from the ruthless Runner pirates.

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What the Heart Wants  Do dreams foretell the future? Are there soul connections that go deeper than love? He can sense her emotions at any place and time. Their bond is powerful but a mystery. One thing he does know: She's plagued his dreams for months. Maybe even longer.  Being involved with acelebrity is the last things she imagined...or wanted. Can she forget the pain from the past? Can he let go of his fears?

Gifts of the Blood   A dying brother. A young man with golden planes of light on his back. A blind chess wizard. An insane angelic kidnapper in flamboyant red leather. A town with more secrets than stoplights. A cat that talks to spirits. Waking up with eyes the color of moonlight. 

Before her world tilts towards impossible, Caspia Chastain thinks the only strange thing about her is that she sometimes draws the future. Only her brother Logan, fighting his cancer diagnosis, knows what she can do. When she draws a man surrounded by brilliant light, dark wings, and frightening symbols, she can only hope the vision won't come true.

But when a stranger named Ethan appears, determined to protect Caspia and her brother from dangers he won't explain, she's not sure what to think. Strangers almost never come to Whitfield. They certainly don't follow her around, frightening her one moment and treating her like glass the next. And they certainly don't look exactly like the subject of her most violent drawing.

Ethan'i'el  can't deny the pull he feels towards this mortal with untapped gifts. Although he has come to guard her dying brother's soul from the Dark forces that would claim it, he realizes Logan's death will shatter her. Even worse, Ethan'i'el knows that choosing life with a mortal means eternal banishment from the Light and eventual descent into the Dark and madness.

Soon Caspia finds herself in the middle of a war between Dark and Light forces, where both Chastain siblings are targets. When she turns to her self-appointed guardian for help, Ethan must choose between devotion to the Light and an attraction that has already altered his world forever.
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Sunday, November 27, 2011

Spotlight Author - Rosanne Dingli - Guest Post

ROSANNE DINGLI is the Western Australian author of According to Luke, Death in Malta, six collections of short stories, and a poetry book . Her publishers, BeWrite Books, will soon release her third novel Camera Obscura, another romantic thriller with literary, artistic and music references.


Authors and Happiness
by Rosanne Dingli

I recently wrote a blog on authors and depression that received an unusual number of responses, and my site received a record number of hits. This topic resounds with artists of all kinds, because they seem to think of themselves as prey to depression, or fits of moodiness, or ‘feeling blue’.
Whether artists are more subject to feeling depressed than other people is not clear: but they certainly have the means with which to make it concrete. They have the means to make it public. They have tools of expression. None of us are strangers to pictures such as The Scream, by Edvard Munch, or Sorrow by Vincent van Gogh, both of which intensely visualize what we all can feel sometimes.  People are more likely to identify with a heartfelt piece of writing, perhaps, than with visualisations of this kind. Or rather, writers are more likely to express themselves about feelings of depression than people who have no artistic outlet.

In his article about authors and depression, Colin Rowsell writes, “For those of us drawn to writing, or the creative life in general, the odds are high that depression in some form is going to be part of the deal.” (http://maantren.blogspot.com/2009/03/writing-and-depression-kiwiburger.html) A quick search online will reveal how much has been written about melancholia and the writer.

But what about authors and happiness? There is much less to be found on this topic. One needs to do more than just a rapid superficial search. One needs to dig to find happiness. I had to persevere. The good news is that I did find it. Eventually.

Authors do experience happiness, but they are less likely to write about it in the same way as they write about despair, melancholia or depression. When authors are happy (whatever they think that is) they work! They are creative, and they do not stop to write about themselves, but delve into what they do best. They write fiction. They compose clever essays on their topics of choice. They seek to fashion out of their euphoria some sort of product that concerns them less than it does the characters they create, or the audience for whom they write.

A happy author is perhaps less introspective than a depressed one. Great novels and fantastic works of non-fiction such as travelogues, biographies and chronicles can be written when authors are free of gloomy moods. The lightness of spirit that accompanies a productive writing spurt is sensed quite tangibly in some writing, and we can see from many biographies that elation and euphoria accompanied periods of great production in authors such as Woolf, Hemingway and Plath.

If one looks carefully, there are a number of blogs and essays about the happy writer, but many of them are directions about how to become happy, as if there is a presumption out there that the default state of many authors is sad. One cannot blame the writers of these blogs, since history has emphasized this in various famous diaries. Wilde, Verlaine, and Tennessee Williams are only three examples. And there are some famous scribblings by writers such as Darwin, Captain Cook and Che Guevara – not strictly speaking creative writers but authors of academic, polemical or exploratory works – which who also show this tendency: to work hard when feeling ebullient, and to be introspective in times of stress, sorrow or sadness.

A bit of self-examination will settle this for each of us. We might look in a mirror and demand of ourselves how we operate: do we really work best when we are on top of the world; and navel-gaze when we are despondent? Or can it be the other way around for some? It must be useful to know. Yes – self-knowledge is important for those to whom words and verbal expression is the way they portray life, the world, and the human condition. Words are very much the way we think: it is a challenge to explain (rather than simply express) sorrow or joy in any other way.

The next time you experience a good writing spurt – a surge of words that demands to be written – and a productive phase that leaves you breathless, ask yourself: ‘What was it exactly that made me write so much and so well?’

Was it happiness?

Two Books by Rosanne Dingli


Shattered by the breakdown of yet another romance, Jana Hayes becomes a recluse in her tiny Venice apartment and buries herself in her work as an expert art conservator … until an ancient religious icon brings Roman Catholic priest Rob Anderson into her life.

The secret they discover hidden in the mysterious artefact turns out to be not only devastating, but deadly. And it has the star-crossed couple running for their lives across Europe and the Middle East, pursued by three ruthless opposing factions, each for its own reason determined to torture and kill to lay hands on the world-shaking evidence uncovered.

While Rob struggles with his priestly vows and Jana with an overbearing billionaire mother who holds the purse strings to an outrageous ransom demand, they discover, with the help of an ageing genius symbologist, more and more damning revelations about one of the New Testament’s most sacred gospel writers – and as the evidence mounts, the stakes rise and the blood flows.

"An international thriller and a love story … a fast-moving narrative that takes us to the boundaries between mystery and knowledge, between science and religion, and between the sometimes savagely physical and emotional meaning." (Dr Dennis Haskell. Professor of English and Cultural Studies. University of Western Australia. Co-Editor of Westerly 1985-2009

Death in Malta

Novelist Gregory Worthington flees to Malta, where he hopes to find sanctuary from his crumbling marriage and inspiration for his next novel. The inspiration arrives upon hearing of the village mystery of a missing child. This becomes the subject of his writing, but his investigations are fraught with difficulty. His romance with a local woman can either restore or ruin his career, but who is the unexpected female visitor? The village parish priest shows veiled antagonism towards him, which is countered by a friendship struck with a mysterious doctor. "Life is not a novel, Mr Worthington, in which everything is resolved by the last twenty pages," says the parish priest. But there are questions that must be answered, and Worthington determines to find the solutions before he leaves Malta.

Poignant and moving, punctuated by comical scenes and passionate interludes, "Death in Malta" is a powerful novel of love and loss, disappointment and dislocation - curiosity and consequences.

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Saturday, November 26, 2011

The Sounding by Carrie Salo - Blurb, Excerpt & Giveaway: Featured Author

In the Book of Revelation, a man named John has a prophetic dream.  He dreams of the final prophecies that will come to pass – and the seven archangels that guard them.  Each angel waits to sound their trumpet at God’s appointed time, preparing humanity to fight and win the final battle.

2,000 years later, Father Chris Mognahan is a member of the Hetairia Melchizedek, a secret society within the Catholic Church that studies Biblical omens. The society asks Chris to investigate an unusually grotesque crime ­– a murder on a college campus where the killer's hand literally burned off the victim's face. While the killing seems isolated at first, the society ties the murder to the final Biblical prophecy and a terrifying omen that the order of the prophecies is about to be disrupted. The final battle is coming too soon – long before humanity is prepared to win it.

Suddenly, Chris finds himself fighting against time and hell to keep the prophecies in order and stop an early Armageddon. He is joined by a band of unlikely allies, and together they find themselves in Rome above the Vatican Necropolis ­– the city of the dead – where the future is revealed to them in ancient texts.

They are not alone, however; an evil as old as time itself hunts them.  As they travel across continents on their mission, the demonic force follows relentlessly, waiting in every shadowed corner, and every dark place.

As Armageddon descends, Father Chris finds that his only hope lies in a young woman within the group who has a secret gift ­­­– and their belief that God Himself may have sent her to keep the final angelic trumpet from sounding out the early end of the Earth.

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Lorenze strapped his uniform on, knowing where every clasp and buckle fell exactly.  Still, something about it felt foreign: he had not worn it in several days.  Several very, very long days.

The red, blue and yellow stripes that Michelangelo designed for the guard centuries earlier: many men fell under those colors.  He knew their names by heart.  And he promised to join them if called to…

…Lorenze propelled himself to the other side of the room where the society had left a small stockpile of weapons.  He pulled out the sniper’s rifle case and its box of bullets.  With hard clicks, he opened the case to see that all was in order.  The parts gleamed and winked at him in the light like so many eyes.

More gently, Lorenze lifted the sight from the case.  It was heavy to his hand.  He put it to his eye and some miniscule scratch in the floor became like a canyon.

Thou shalt not kill.  Lorenze smirked and put the sight down.  Thou shalt not kill unless God asks you to.  Thou shalt not kill unless God needs you to.

Lorenze closed the case.  He surveyed the room, looked again at the uniform.  He only had a few minutes left.  He knelt to pray.

But what was there to pray for?  Should he pray for their lives, for their safety?  Could he ask that God grant them success on a murder mission?  Should he pray for time or protection, or just for the world not to die?

In the end with his last few minutes, Lorenze prayed for the soul of another assassin.  One who also betrayed innocence for the greater good.  Remiel had, after all, been right – they were in common with a certain other fallen disciple.  And so, with his eyes squeezed shut, Lorenze prayed for mercy for Judas Iscariot.  For if Judas – that tool of fate led to betray history’s most innocent man – was able to find God’s forgiveness, perhaps so might he.

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Carrie Salo is a dark storyteller and emerging author of supernatural thrillers.   Classically trained at an Ivy League university, she studied the works of master storytellers seven stories underground in the muffled heart of one of the world 's largest libraries.
Carrie seeks to wield unrelenting suspense in her own exploration of all things (especially true things) that keep us awake at night.   She has written under the guidance of two bestselling and national prize-winning authors.   Her extensive travels have taken her to many haunted places, including the private catacombs of the Vatican.   The Sounding is Carrie’s debut novel.
Carrie enjoys the smell of old books, New York riesling, late night jogging and thunderstorms, though not in that order.   Storytelling is Carrie's secret life.   While she looks into all the dark corners by night, by day she is an advertising copywriter and account manager.


Friday, November 25, 2011

Beachwalk Press Authors Holiday Blog Tour-Guest Post by Pamela Tyner :Sizzling PR Tour Stop

Our Giving
by Pamela Tyner
Publisher, Beachwalk Press

Welcome to the Beachwalk Press Holiday Blog Tour. Please join our authors as they blog over the next few weeks about all things holiday related.

For children the holidays means “presents”, and when my children were young, in an effort to teach them that it is indeed better to give than receive, we started a tradition that we called “our giving”.

Each year we would donate gifts to those in need. Over the years we did many different things. We’ve chosen children from the local “Angel Tree”, we’ve sent care packages to soldiers overseas, we’ve provided gifts for families in need that were spotlighted on the local radio station, we’ve provided food for charities to be donated to local families, etc. But whatever we did, we did it as family. We would choose the recipient/program and purchase the items together.

As the kids became teenagers, they started to complain about the time it took for us to do this—after all, that was time they could be hanging out with their friends. And I started to wonder if the lesson we’d spent years trying to teach had taken hold at all, as they seem to be more focused on themselves than anything else.

Until a few years ago….

The downturn in the economy definitely affected us, just like it affected the majority of people, and I told the kids “I really don’t know if we have the money to do our giving this year.” They looked at each other for a moment and then almost simultaneously said, “I’ll give up some Christmas gifts so we can do it.”

And then I knew that despite all the grumbling, the lesson had sunk in. And I was one proud mom J It was the best Christmas gift they ever gave me…even better than the macaroni necklaces that I pull out every year and wear as we decorate the tree—while my kids roll their eyes and say, “Why won’t you throw those ugly things away?” in between complaints that “this is taking too long.”

And in the spirit of the season, Beachwalk Press will be sponsoring giveaways at the end of this blog tour. Everyone who comments on a post will have their name placed in a drawing (be sure to include an email address so we have a way to contact you). On Monday, December 19th we will randomly choose four people who will win a Beachwalk Press eBook of their choice from any of the authors who participated on the tour. The more blogs you comment on, the more times you are entered to win! For a list of all the blogs we will be visiting on this tour, click HERE.

In addition, during the month of December, we will be hosting a Holiday Scavenger Hunt. There will be multiple winners, and the prizes will include gift certificates, Godiva chocolates, and a Kindle Fire. Visit our WEBSITE for more information.

Happy Holidays!


Comment on this post to be entered in the fantastic End of Tour Giveaway.  There will be four randomly selected winners. Follow the tour and comment at each stop to increase your chances of winning! Ends Dec 18th.



Pamela Tyner is both a published author and an experienced editor. She opened Beachwalk Press, Inc in 2011. Beachwalk Press is an electronic romance publisher. It is their goal to provide readers top quality romance eBooks in a variety of subgenres at competitive prices. All of their books do have a rating of “sensual” or higher.

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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Perfect Strangers by Gen Sivad-Blurb & Excerpt: Sizzling PR Tour Stop

Perfect Strangers
ISBN: 9781419935244
Gem Sivad
 Lucy and Ambrose Quince share fiery passion in and out of bed; they love hard but fight often, both having opinions and tempers. But Lucy mysteriously disappears in 1874, leaving the Double-Q ranch and all she loves behind. Three years later, scarred in mind and body, Lucy is drawn back to Eclipse and the life she’s forgotten—including a snarling, lustful husband.
Although she claims she can’t remember him, Ambrose hasn’t forgotten a damned thing. Lucy left him and he owes her nothing. Trouble is—his heart remembers too, and Lucy’s the only woman who’ll ever own it.
Reader Advisory: This book contains rape and graphic violence.This title was previously published elsewhere as Intimate Strangers, but has been extensively revised for Ellora’s Cave.
Excerpt: (shortened excerpt to retain PG or milder rating) 
The devil got in her way again. Lucy had to see Ambrose before she left on her first investigation since he was between her and her horse. When she entered the barn, he straightened from his half-crouch over the feed sack he was wrestling and pushed his hat off his forehead, waiting for her to declare her purpose.
Avoiding his gaze, she announced to the air above his shoulder, “I’m going to town.”
He was sweating, covered with straw chaff and he didn’t look happy at the interruption. They had maintained an uneasy truce since the night she’d cleaned his office and laid him flat with her knee. She’d like to believe Ambrose had learned respect but it was more probable he was plotting another siege.
Alex jumped from the hayloft and dusted himself off. “Water…” He nodded toward the house and skirted them both, clearly unwilling to witness the imminent explosion.
Ambrose said to Alex, “Take a break.” To Lucy he said, “You aren’t going anywhere.” He pronounced judgment as though he was the Almighty.
Anger whooshed through her like fire through dry leaves.
She stepped around him, heading for Sheba’s stall. “I came to Eclipse to find answers, not dally with my former husband,” she told him.
“Former husband, my ass,” he snarled. Charging her, he hooked his arm around her middle, carrying her into the tack room.
 Rage blistered the air—both his and hers.  For more than two weeks, they’d been circling each other like street brawlers, each looking for an opening.
In the dim light, Lucy wasn’t nearly as confident of her rights as she had been a moment before in the daylight. Ambrose surrounded her, backing her against the wall, blanketing her body with his. Quincy. The name floated through her mind as his mouth claimed hers, stifling any response other than surrender.
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Eclipse Heat-an historical erotic western series centering around a town in 19th century Texas.

Quincy’s Woman   |  Perfect Strangers  |  Wolf’s Tender  | Breed True 
 Five Card Stud  | Whispering Grace  | Trouble in Disguise 
--All titles available now, or coming soon from Ellora’s Cave Publishing.

Hello, my name is Gem Sivad. If you’ve seen me on twitter, Face Book or a romance loop, it was probably only a quick glimpse. I lurk a lot, say “hello” to the few peeps I know, read the daily updates from others, enjoy from a distance, and remain silent for the most part.
In my personal life, I also have hermit tendencies and live in a country setting near a small unincorporated town with a population of about five hundred (give or take a wild turkey or two). I love the people in my life but books have always been my best friend. Read more about Gen on her WEBSITE.


Monday, November 21, 2011

Entrapped by Barbara Kyle - Blurb & Excerpt: Nurture Tour Stop

Barbara Kyle
Genre: Fiction – Thriller/Suspense
Published by: Barbara Kyle (June 15, 2011)
Age Recommendation: 18+ For Mild Sexuality
Format: eBook

Set in Alberta, Canada, Entrapped is the story of Liv Gardner, an ambitious young oil executive intent on stopping farmer Tom Wainwright who is sabotaging her rigs after a spill of lethal “sour” gas poisoned his wife. Desperate to save the company she built, Liv plants evidence to frame Tom. But when the evidence is used to indict him for a murder he didn’t commit, only Liv can save him.

He was supposed to meet her here at the crossroads. He hadn’t sounded like a man who would be late.

Liv Gardner stepped away from her car parked on the verge of the gravel road and took a careful look around. Not a soul. Not even a building. Just brown fields stubbled with last year’s grain stalks – bald Canadian prairie stretching for miles. In the distance,the dark forest. Above it all, blindingly blue sky. And the wind. It never seemed to stop.

Liv turned her face to it to keep her hair from whipping into her eyes. Should she have changed her hair color too, like her clothes and her car and her name? She shivered at the wind’s chilly tingle on her skin. Everything here felt foreign – this spring wind so insistent but so empty, carrying no friendly whiffs of burgers, exhaust, perfumes,cigarettes. It came from an uninhabited place. It carried the frigid loneliness of the glacier.

She peered down the road, looking for any sign of Belanger, and suddenly wondered if her sunglasses would betray her. She’d taken care in choosing her clothes. Levis from Wal-Mart. Beige polyester jacket. Cheap sneakers. Even changed her diamond ear studs for silver ones. But any local in sunglasses definitely wouldn’t be wearing three hundred dollar Pradas. She was going to have to watch her step.

She looked up into the vast blue. High up, a bird with broad wings hovered in the wind currents. A hawk? He seemed to be watching her, a predator waiting for her to make a fatal move.

She heard singing, and turned back to the car. Chris had lowered her window, her elbow resting there, and was singing along with a country and western dance tune on the radio, her head back, her feet up on the dash. Liv had to smile. When Chris was happy it radiated from her like she’d swallowed a small sun. Twenty-five years old, but her pixiepretty face was as bright as a kid with a puppy. Because she’s with me, Liv thought with a pang. She has no idea the trouble I’m in.

She gave one last look up and down the crossed gravel roads that stretched out, barren and silent, into the prairie. Belanger was a no-show. She was on her own.

“How far to Spirit Creek?” she said, sliding back behind the wheel.

Chris looked at her eagerly, wanting to please, then quickly down at the map on her lap. “Forty, fifty, sixty,” she said.

No, that couldn’t be right. “You sure?”

“Goin’ like sixty. On route sixty-six.”

Liv shook her head. Cars, the animated movie on the hotel TV last night. Why had she bothered asking?

She took the map from Chris and pulled onto the road to head the half-mile back to Highway 43, holding the map in one hand and steering with the other. The town looked about fifteen kilometers north. Gauging distances, Liv still had to do the mental conversion: sixty miles, a hundred kilometers “Klicks,” the guy at the last gas station had said, pointing a grimy finger at the map.

When she reached the highway she hit the gas and the car strained forward with a grudge. She’d bought it, a gray 1998 Honda Civic, off a lot in Edmonton to finish this last leg of her journey to Peace River country in Northern Alberta. Part of her cover: she needed to arrive in town like a regular Jane Doe. But she missed the sprint power of her Jaguar back in Houston. A present from Mickey, a sleek XL, caramel-colored inside and out. “Matches your hair,” he’d said with a grin, handing her the keys. That was back when she and Mickey and Paul were on a roll. Her stomach tightened. How long until she’d have to sell the Jag, sell her lovely condo? She hadn’t drawn salary in four months. None of them had. The Spirit Creek saboteur had forced them to the brink of bankruptcy.

She sped north on Highway 43 and Chris poked her head out the open window, laughing as the wind ruffled her short dark curls and made slits of her eyes. “Like sixty!”

Liv grabbed an open bag of Humpty Dumpty chips and dug her hand in. Empty.

“I got an apple,” Chris offered.

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Barbara Kyle is the author of the Tudor-era “Thornleigh” novels including The Queen’s Lady, The King’s Daughter, The Queen’s Captive, and The Queen’s Gamble, all published internationally. Barbara previously won acclaim for her contemporary thrillers under pen name ‘Stephen Kyle,’ including Beyond Recall (a Literary Guild Selection), After Shock and The Experiment. Over 400,000 copies of her books have been sold. Her latest thriller, under her own name, is Entrapped. Barbara is passionate about helping emerging writers. She has taught her “Writers Boot Camp” for the University of Toronto School of Continuing Studies, and is known for her dynamic workshops for many writers organizations. She offers twice-yearly Master Classes that focus on work-shopping each participant’s novel-in-progress. Her popular series of videos “Writing Fiction That Sells” offers ten hours of tips, techniques, and inspiration, and is available online via her website. Before becoming an author Barbara enjoyed a twenty-year acting career in television, film, and stage productions in Canada and the U.S.

List of works by Barbara Kyle:

BEYOND RECALL (pen-name ‘Stephen Kyle’) 2000, Warner Books
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THE EXPERIMENT (pen-name ‘Stephen Kyle’) 2003, Warner Books
AFTER SHOCK (pen-name ‘Stephen Kyle’) 2002, Warner Books
THE QUEEN’S LADY 2008, Kensington Books
THE KING’S DAUGHTER 2009, Kensington Books
THE QUEEN’S CAPTIVE 2010, Kensington Books
THE QUEEN’S GAMBLE 2011, Kensington Books

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Sunday, November 13, 2011

Spotlight Author Tory Richards - Guest Post & Giveaway

Shannon Hayes' husband David was killed in Iraq nearly a year ago, and now she must face her first holiday season without him. With a toddler in tow, she travels to the Vermont farm where the rest of the family has gathered for the holidays. There she comes face to face with the man who was with him when he died, and her destiny, his older brother Ryan.
For the first time in years, Ryan returns home to keep a promise he made to David -- to take care of Shannon and their daughter. It's a pledge Ryan is reluctant to keep because he's been secretly in love with Shannon since first setting eyes on her. Their attraction to each other is instant, intense and soon the promise isn't the only thing between them.

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Just as she stepped off the bottom step, she heard a noise at the front door. She hesitated, unsure what to do. Who could be visiting at this hour? Just when she expected to hear a knock, she heard something else instead. A key was being inserted into the lock, and right before her startled eyes, she watched the knob turn and the door open. Her gaze landed on a pair of army boots and slowly traveled upward, taking in the muscular body in military fatigues. Her mouth dropped open in shock. Ohmygod! Ryan had come home!
He appeared just as startled as she was. Halting in the threshold as their eyes meet, his rugged expression carved in granite. Only his eyes, those piercing blue orbs, showed any sign of life, if you could call it that. Shannon had a feeling that Ryan Hayes didn't reveal any emotions that weren't hardened by years of combat. For a moment, she thought he wasn't going to speak and half expected him to back out and leave.
"Do you mind if I come in?" His deep voice was just as Shannon remembered. "It's damn cold out here."
For the first time she realized she was blocking his way. Swallowing, she stepped back enough for him to enter and close the door behind him. He dropped a large army bag on the floor by his feet, and shook off the snow onto the floor mat. All the while keeping his eyes trained on Shannon, as though she were the enemy. She took a nervous step further into the foyer, directly into the soft glow of the lamp that had been left on in the living room.
Ryan looked just like he did the last time she saw him. Big and tall, cloaked in that attitude of quiet strength he seemed to possess. His black hair cut in military fashion and suited his strong, square boned face. Though sporting a tiny scar over his left eyebrow and another, bigger one halfway down his left cheek he was still a handsome man. He eluded danger in practically every move he made, every glance. His eyes dropped, running over Shannon rapidly, making her painfully aware of her disheveled state.
She refused to reach up and smooth her hair back, knowing that it would do no good. The tiniest quirk on his full, sensuous mouth revealed he found her condition amusing. Quickly, his lips thinned almost menacingly when his gaze narrowed on her breasts. It was then that Shannon reached up and pulled her ruined blouse together where the buttons had come off. She finally found her voice.
"Welcome home, Ryan."
"Where is everyone?" His tone seemed hard, gruff, more commanding than inquiring. He slipped off his jacket and hung it on a peg on the back of the door, and then bent to slip off his boots.
"Mom went to bed with a headache. Sheila must be putting the kids to bed. The rest won't get here until tomorrow night." Shannon couldn't help but notice the quick glance he shot her way when she called his mother mom. She watched quietly as he set his boots against the wall and stood, towering over her again.
"It's just as well. I'm tired as hell and want to turn in early myself. But first, I want to find something to eat. I'm starved." Closing the distance between them, Ryan halted when he reached Shannon. "Is that okay?"
Shannon felt a telltale heat rush up to her cheeks when she realized she was watching Ryan's mouth form the words. What the heck was wrong with her? Jet lag, that's what. She gave her head a little shake. She must be more tired than she thought. As his words became clear, it dawned on her that she was once again blocking his way.
"Oh! I'm, ah sorry." Instead of moving to let him pass, she turned and began to walk in the direction of the kitchen. "I'll be glad to fix you something to eat."
"Thanks, but that won't be necessary." He was right on her heels.
"That's okay." Shannon pushed the kitchen door open and flipped on the light switch on the wall next to it. "Sheila put a plate for me in the oven and if I know her, she left enough for two. I don't mind sharing." Not waiting for Ryan to acknowledge her, Shannon took the potholders from the counter by the stove, opened the oven door and retrieved the plate. "Just as I thought."
She turned and showed him the full plate of corn beef hash. But the expression on Ryan's face almost made her drop it. Sweat had broken out on his forehead and he'd turned pale, his lips were thin as a muscle twitched in his jaw that had hardened in an effort to hold back that he was in obvious pain. Intense pain. He was clutching the island counter in the middle of the kitchen as if it alone was holding him upright. "Ryan!" Shannon set the plate
down and rushed to his side. "What is it? What's wrong?"
He held a hand up in a silent warning for her to back off. She stopped immediately and waited for another sign from him, afraid he was having some kind of attack. After a few more seconds, he sucked in several deep breaths and released them slowly. It was clear by his expression that he hated showing her even that one small weakness. It was very clear that he didn't intend talking about it. Shannon knew the moment the pain left his body when his expression relaxed.
"You said something about sharing your dinner?" He pulled out one of the barstools from around the island and sank down onto it. Shannon hesitated for a moment, fighting the urge to question him. Something was terribly wrong, she just knew it, but she didn't know Ryan well enough to feel she had the right to ask him anything personal. The look in his cold eyes warned her she'd be shot down before she managed to speak the first word. Forcing a smile she was far from feeling, she turned to get a second plate.
"I'll thank you not to mention what just occurred to my family," Ryan surprised her by saying while her back was turned to him.
"If that's what you want," Shannon responded, opening a cupboard door. She glanced with surprise at where the plates were usually stacked. Glasses had replaced them. Marsha had obviously done some rearranging since the last time Shannon had been there. She opened up several other doors before finding the plates, stacked on the second shelf. Standing on tip toe she strained to reach them.
"Here, let me help you."
"Oh!" Feeling Ryan brush up against her, Shannon spun around before she could think.


Good morning folks. My name is Tory Richards and after much begging, whining and bribing Laurie has graciously allowed me to pop in for a visit. Ok, just kidding! She was very obliging when I invited myself to be a guest on her blog. Just keep it PG she said. And I said, no worries.

You'll be surprised to know that an erotic romance writer can keep it PG. I mean, there are other elements to our sizzling hot stories. Like, a plot for example. It's not all, ah, sex. I can't stand reading a story without a plot. Even the short stories most of us write have mini plots. It has to be interesting. And there's nothing interesting about sex without some kind of emotional attachment. And I'm not talking about love. Love is good, love is great, but emotional attachments can be friendship, sadness, loneliness. I think you get it.

I started out writing mainstream romance under my real name. It didn't take me long to figure out that most readers wanted more. And the abrupt raise in sales proved that sex sells. Switching over to erotic romance wasn't easy for me. I'm a grandmother, but I'm not dead. It stood to reason that if I like reading erotic romance, then there are plenty out there just like me. More importantly I like reading a good story where two people who are attracted to each other have hot sex.

My latest release, The Promise, is both. It has received two 5-star ratings and recommended reads from two review sites. It's the story of two people who've each made a promise to the same man. And now that he's dead they are forced to fulfill that promise to him. Below is a blurb and excerpt. I hope you visit my website for more information at http://www.toryrichards.com/.


I'm a fifty-something author who discovered my passion for writing and story telling at the ripe old age of thirteen. Before I received my first manual typewriter, with pencil in hand, I would jot my stories down on notebook paper. Later, after receiving that desired typewriter I spent hours in my bedroom, where my parents thought I was doing homework. Writing turned out to be a kind of therapy for me, something I didn't realize until years later.

I also hold down a full time day job. So basically I'm working all the time. Only writing is a hobby for me, something I do during the quiet of the evenings and on my weekends. My goals are simple and realistic. By the time I retire I'll be happy if I'm just making enough "mad money" from it to be able to travel a little, and spoil my grandchildren.

I'll travel any place a cruise ship will take me. I've been to: Greece, Italy, Croatia, Spain, and Alaska just to name a few places. I don't like to fly, even before I found myself on a plane on 9/11, but I will if I'm given enough legal drugs. I collect antiques and art, and I love chocolate, who doesn't? And I'm addicted to good coffee and sweet ice tea. McDonald's hazelnut iced coffee has been on my favorite list for quite some time.

For a while life got in the way of my dreams. A few years ago I decided to get serious and haven't looked back!