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.





GIVEAWAY
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Giveaway ends Nov. 19 11:59 PM CST


EXCERPT




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.

GUEST POST

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/.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR


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!

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6 comments:

Ashlyn_Jai said...

Great guest post and the book sounds to be pretty good! Thanks for the giveaway!

merriedth said...

Wow this sounds like a great story. can't wait to read it.

merriedth

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franchie15 said...

The sypnosis is kind of intriguing. It would make you want to read the book!

Thanks for this giveaway!

GFC follower: franchie15

Nimue said...

After reading this blurb I'm kind of eager to read this book.

Thanks for hosting this giveaway.

GFC: Nimue

geschumann said...

I love reading holiday stories and this sounds like a great one. Thanks!
GFC - Gloria

Laurie said...

The giveaway winner is Nimue. :)