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Posted by on October 4, 2014 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights


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Special Guest Candis Terry author of Something Sweeter with a giveaway

Please help me welcome special guest Candis Terry to the blog today. She’s sharing her thoughts on rejection…never an easy subject…and also her latest book Something Sweeter. Don’t you just love the cover? I do!

And if that’s not enough, check the chance to enter her sweepstakes…and a giveaway! Links are at the end of the post!

Take it away Candis…



Thank you so much for inviting me to join you today. I’m very excited about the release of SOMETHING SWEETER, the third full-length book in my Sweet, Texas series.
Okay, so I know rejection has more than four letters. But when writers receive a rejection letter they have a tendency to spout four-letter words at full volume. Personally I’ve always thought the wrong word was chosen for this part of the submission process. It shouldn’t be called rejection because that’s personal. It makes a writer immediately feel like they’re not good enough. Or that they don’t have enough talent. Or that the universe hates them. And that becoming published won’t ever happen. Receiving a rejection letter is like waking up on the day of your wedding with a great big zit on the tip of your nose. It’s ugly. And the emotional impact makes you feel like it won’t get any better anytime soon.
If I were queen of the world, I would have tagged this part of the submission process “Not Right Now.” Because in the publishing world that’s truly what this means. A rejection doesn’t mean you don’t have talent, or that your story sucks, or that you used the wrong names for your characters, or that you put a love scene on page two when it probably should have gone on page fifty. What it means is that the story might need a little more polishing, or that the editor might have just bought a story like the one you’re submitting, or that you’ve written an awesome vampire book but the industry decided on that very day that vampires are dead. Ha!
A rejection is nothing personal. Yet that’s exactly the way a writer see it because that’s what that word tells them–we are rejecting YOU.
For twenty-two years I worked at becoming a published author. Yes. Twenty-two long freaking years in which I received more rejections than I ever imagined. My writer friends tagged me the ‘queen of the longest awaited rejection.’ One time I had two different manuscripts which had been requested by two different editors at two different publishing houses. My hopes were high. Both manuscripts were personally requested! Woohoo! Now, jump forward five years. Yep. F-I-V-E years. That’s how long it took me to receive rejections for those two personally requested manuscripts. The irony? I received both rejections in the same week. How could I not believe the universe was telling me I sucked? To give up my dream?
What I eventually learned was that I needed to do more work, more polishing. I needed to write in my own voice and not try to mimic another storyteller. I needed to stop writing for a genre that was hot at the moment or a specific “line” that was currently popular and the editors were looking for something for that “line.” Because sure as the sun was going to pop up in the morning, by the time I wrote a story for that “line” the publisher would have moved onto something else. I learned to tell the story in my own way and I needed to stop worrying about what everyone else was doing. I believed that if I stuck to my guns and just wrote the best story possible, polished it till it shined, and stayed true to my own voice, the stars would all align and the “rejections” would end.
Guess what? It worked.
It’s my hope that writers will stop looking at rejections in a negative way just because of the word choice used. It’s my hope writers will learn from those letters. That they will see something in the missive from an agent or editor that will help them wade through the muck. And that they will learn to believe in themselves and their work a little more instead of tearing it all apart because the word “rejection” is implied. The best advice I can give is to use the rejection as a learning tool and keep the belief that it will happen, just maybe not right now.
If you’re a writer, how do you see and deal with rejections?
If you’re a reader, is it important to you to know how rejections can make or break a writer?


The men in Texas are hard to resist . . . Seattle event planner Allison Lane is an expert at delivering the perfect wedding—even if she might not exactly believe in the whole “’til death do us part” thing. When her father decides to tie the knot with a woman he barely knows, Allison heads to Sweet, Texas, to make sure his new honey is the real deal. What she didn’t expect to find at the local honky-tonk was a sexy Southern man as bent on charming her pants off as he is on blowing her “true love doesn’t exist” theory all to hell. And they always promise . . .

Veterinarian, former Marine, and Sweet’s favorite playboy Jesse Wilder takes one look at Allison and knows she’s a handful of trouble he can’t deny. But even after a sizzling kiss and obvious mutual attraction, it seems Allison has no such problem. When Jesse uncovers her sweet side, can he crush his playboy image, melt her cynical heart, and change her mind about taking a trip down the aisle?

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Candis Terry was born and raised near the sunny beaches of Southern California and now makes her home on an Idaho farm. She’s experienced life in such diverse ways as working in a Hollywood recording studio to chasing down wayward steers. Only one thing has remained the same: her passion for writing stories about relationships, the push and pull in the search for love, and the security one finds in their own happily ever after.


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Posted by on June 24, 2014 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights


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What to Read Wednesday

Thank you for joining me for another round of What to Read Wednesday! Please help me welcome author Mimi Sebastian 🙂 Mimi is here today to share her latest release DEVIL’S ISLAND along with a giveaway 🙂

So come along and read about Mimi’s favorite pirates, enter her giveaway, and check out her latest book 🙂

~~Mimi is hosting a Tour Wide Giveaway of a Prize Pack: Print Copy, Swag and $10.00 Amazon Gift Card~~ Click HERE to enter 🙂


My Favorite Pirates

Mimi Sebastian

It’s great to be here today. Thanks for featuring my new release Devil’s Island! On my Sea Rovers Passion website, I explain how the pirate captain Black Sam Bellamy inspired my hero Boone Wilder in Devil’s Island. Black Sam was often called the prince of pirates, a Robin Hood type, who strove to even out the playing field. While his brief but adventurous life was cut short by a storm off the coast of New England in 1717, just after he scored an amazing treasure and ship, he was one of the more successful pirates during the Golden Age of Piracy. Barry Clifford, professional treasure hunter, described Black Sam Bellamy as equal parts hero, freedom fighter, and likable scoundrel. My kind of pirate J. Leader of the expedition Whydah, Clifford located Bellamy’s ship wreck in the 1990s and found an amazing trove of treasure and artifacts, helping to fill in many of the gaps about piracy.

While Bellamy is my favorite real pirate, turning to fictional swashbucklers, I have to include the characters from the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. Its undeniable Johnny Depp created a revolutionary character in Jack Sparrow, and while I love Sparrow, I also loved Geoffrey Rush as Barbossa. He reminded me of Long John Silver from the 1950s Treasure Island movie. Very salty. Rush eats up the screen every time Barbossa strides on deck.

Errol Flynn swung from the ratlines in Captain Blood in 1935, and was the first pirate to capture my imagination. Blood’s back story was interesting. A doctor who was accused of a crime he didn’t commit, and sent to Jamaica to toil as an indentured servant. I recently re-watched Captain Blood and was pleasantly surprised at the decent production values and portrayal of pirate life, in the sense that they showed the crew playing a role in decision-making. It wasn’t perfect, but for the time period, when movies tended to be more melodramatic, good. But the romance took center stage and I understand why he and Olivia de Havilland made so many movies together. They had great chemistry.

Hook from Once Upon a Time! Like Sparrow, Hook works the eye shadow. Hook killed it this past season. He won over Charming and worked on Emma with redeeming deeds, penetrating gazes, and poignant insights. And Colin O’Donoghue rocks the part. Holy cow! If Emma doesn’t wake up and take this pirate, send him my way!

Speaking of…I can’t leave out the Dread Pirate Roberts. In fact Hook, in Once Upon a Time, pays homage to the Princess Bride, by quoting lines like “as you wish”. I was never a fan of Buttercup, too wishy washy for me, but give me Dread Roberts any day!

Who are some of your favorite pirates?




Captain Boone Wilder leads a cadre of powerful and notorious pirates that rule the West Indies. He’s survived the cutthroat’s life, bearing the scars to prove it. Fearless, he seeks only the freedom of the seas and an enemy he’s hunted with a vengeance for years. When Boone waylays a fat merchant vessel bound for Port Royal, he discovers more than he bargained for in the luscious bounty of Miss Sabine Tanner. But Miss Tanner hides more than tempting curves in her skirts. When Boone finds her sneaking about the Port Royal taverns, meeting with dubious captains, he’s determined to learn what devious game she’s playing.

The daughter of a condemned pirate captain, Sabine Tanner took to the seas to clear her father’s name and locate her father’s legendary treasure. When her ship bound for Port Royal is boarded, she’s captured by the sun-bronzed, muscular Captain Wilder. While the man is dangerously attractive, she knows from experience that Wilder is nothing but a scabrous bilge rat. Circumstances force her to sail with the scoundrel to find her father’s ship, lost on the phantom Devil’s Island. Driven by opposing agendas, will they survive the hidden truths, or does their greatest threat lie with each other?





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Mimi Sebastian raised herself on books and the strange and unusual with an unhealthy dose of comics and swashbuckling Errol Flynn movies. Loving angst-filled romance thrown in, she decided to blend all those elements in a steamy mix in her first Urban Fantasy series, the Necromancer Books. The first book, The Necromancer’s Seduction, debuted July 15, 2013, with ImaJinn Books.

Mimi spent two years in the Ivory Coast with the Peace Corps and loves to introduce tidbits from her experiences in her writing. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America and the Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal chapter of RWA. A transplant from the beaches of Florida, Mimi now wanders the desert in Phoenix, AZ, and attempts to balance writing with a day career, fantastic family, and household diva: her Amazon parrot.


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One Night One Mistake BOOK BLITZ TOUR



A moment in time, and a mistake that caused two people irretrievable damage.

Eva McDonald comes home from London to visit her dying father. Knowing that she will see her nemesis she tries to prepare for the inevitable meeting. However the sizzling attraction that ignites with Gabe Fitzgerald has her trying to flee once again.

He knows he made a mistake but will she allow him to rectify it?

Circumstances trap her in Gabe’s house and she will do anything to hide her long held secret from him…the real reason she left him eight years ago.


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He stood and walked round the table between them and pulled her into his arms, careful of her ankle he breathed in the warmth of her, his nose buried in the soft skin of her neck and he knew he had done the right thing by telling her. It felt so good to finally relinquish some of the weight from his shoulders the tension inside him ceased. He felt at peace for the first time in years without the burden so heavily etched onto his shoulders.

“You have to tell your brothers,” she whispered against his ear.

His head shot up. “No never, I promised Mom.”

“So you are just gonna continue to take the blame for something you didn’t do?” She gripped his arms tightly and he could see the disbelief on her face.

“I thought you would understand.” His eyes narrowed. “It has nothing to do with blame; it was Mom’s dying wish. I could never and won’t ever tell the others…ever.” His voice was emphatic; he wanted Eva to understand this was between the two of them and no one else.

“I told you because I don’t want there to be any more secrets between us.” He lifted her chin with his fingers sighing. The confusion in those beautiful green eyes broke his heart. Her lips quivered and he sucked in a breath.

“I will not say a word…you can trust me; however, I think you’re wrong. I think you should tell the others, but it’s you’re decision and I will respect it.”

He nodded stroking the corner of her mouth with his thumb. His eyes tried to search for her innermost secrets. “Now I have divulged my innermost secret how about you do the same?”

She pushed him and the sudden pallor of her face shocked him. He pulled her back holding her tightly. She whispered against his chest, “I have no secrets.”

He dropped his hands to her waist lifting her so she was forced to make eye contact with him.

“Look at me, Eva, look at me and tell me that.”

“Gabe, for goodness sake put me down.” She gripped his shoulders and her fingernails dug into his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“I know you’re hiding something, in time I hope you will trust me enough to tell me, as I have trusted you.”

“Honestly, there is nothing.”

Her eyes were level with his and he knew, behind that blank expression, she was hiding something. He knew her too well.

He pulled her closer to him, brushing his lips softly across her closed eyelids. If she couldn’t tell him, he didn’t want to see the sadness in her eyes. His own feelings were tumbling around inside him like an emotional roller coaster. He had revealed a secret he had

held close to his heart since that horrendous day not telling a living soul. She had him with the soft scented warmth of her body; every time he got close to her his emotions went haywire. It only happened when he was with her.

Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by her closeness the softness of her body pressed against his. He drew in a harsh breath when her lips parted and the tip of her pink tongue moistened her lips, he lost control. His body was wracked by a shudder as he bent down and her mouth opened under his he groaned when she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Her arms slid around his neck clinging to him as he deepened the kiss.

“Gabe, oh, Gabe.” She moaned as his mouth teased hers.

“God almighty.” He pulled away staring down at her. “I want you so bad; I can’t take it anymore.” With his lips against hers once more he murmured, “Feel me.” She pressed into his hard arousal and his world rocked around him.

He heard a voice near them, it penetrated his brain and he froze.

“I’m all for free love but some of us are too old to think about that now, and you would surely be more comfortable if you weren’t on public display.”

Gabe froze, he lifted his head a centimeter away from her soft trembling lips and mirrored her panting breaths and for the second time that day he’d lost control. Eva’s skin took on a glow of a burning furnace, and he could feel her chest heave against his. Turning his head he focused on an elderly woman with a blaze of white hair who sat at the nearby picnic table with an amused expression on her face.

“Put me down.” Her voice wavered in his ear. For a split second he focused on her glazed eyes as if mesmerised and he shook himself as he gently lowered her. Holding her until her feet touched the ground. Hobbling away from him, she picked up her crutches and returned to the truck.

“You know it would pay you to get a room, not as exciting but much more comfortable.” A titter came from the elderly woman who had interrupted them.

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered. He chuckled following Eva back to the truck.

* * * *

Eva struggled to get back into the truck and was breathing heavily by the time she set her foot on the stool. She was totally embarrassed at once again having lost control, in full view of everyone. She brought her hands up covering her burning face. Mortified at the way she had let him do as he wanted; she hadn’t even tried to stop him.

The man totally confused her, not just with his touch, the way his lips felt on hers. Every time he touched her, her stomach contracted, thighs clenched and the moist pressure throbbed between her legs.

Now he had revealed a secret her heart filled with sadness for him. He had carried it with him for so long and his brothers had no idea—no one did.

When Gabe got in, she turned toward him. He leaned his arms on the steering wheel and laughed.

“I’m glad you find it all so funny,” she chided. “I don’t enjoy being a tourist attraction.” Her face heated up even more and she turned her head to stare out of the window before turning back to him, the intensity of her embarrassment subsided a little when she caught the look on his face.

He turned to her with raised eyebrows, his smile somewhat mischievous.

“You just didn’t get a sex lesson from an old lady with white hair.”

“What do you mean?” She had no idea what he was getting at.

“Well she suggested sex was exciting outside but more comfortable inside,” he said with a chuckle.

“Oh my God, that’s it. Don’t ever bring me back here again.” They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

He reached over touching her lips, parting them with his thumb and she held her breath for a second. “You know it totally scrambles my mind when you kiss me,” he whispered softly.



As a young child I loved to write. I always carried a notebook and pen around with me and wrote about everything. It was a dream to become a published author. However sometimes in life our dreams get pushed to one side as mine did. So, dare I say at the young age of fifty I think it is time for me to see if those dreams are everything I hoped they would be…and hey it’s never too late to go and grab that dream!

I have been through many major changes in my working life ranging from a Diana nurse, running my own skin care business, helping with the family run bus company and even hairdressing but my heart as always belonged to putting words on paper and making them come to life.

Recently I managed to get in contact with my best friend from Scotland who I hadn’t seen for over forty years. She lives in America and every year without fail I make the trip over to North Carolina and visit with her and her gorgeous family. This is where I have gained a lot of inspiration for many of my stories. I am lucky that my mum and two sisters live close by and I can say that we are all best friends. I lost my dad four years ago and if it wasn’t for the story I wrote after his death where I came second in a competition I probably wouldn’t have started writing with a view to publication.

I am living my lifelong dream of becoming an author something which I never imagined happening. If I had to give any advice to an un-published author it would be ‘Never give up the dream’ because I never did…


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10 – 4 Tuesday

Welcome to 10 – 4 Tuesday! 

10 – 4 Tuesday is a quick way to get to know an author and their latest release. I will ask our guest to share 10 things about themselves and their book and then 4 questions for fun. 🙂  So let’s get started.

Today I’d like to welcome Chrys Fey! She’ll be sharing her 10, followed by her 4, and then an excerpt of her book Hurricane Crimes. 🙂  Amazing cover Chrys….love it!


First the 10:

To start out, tell us a bit about yourself.

I am a Floridian and a vegetarian. Hurricane Crimes is my debut, which I am thrilled to share with you. I have not read Fifty Shades of Grey, but one of my sisters let me borrow the trilogy. I guess you could say I’m a little skeptical about reading them, so tell me . . . did you read them? What did you think?

I have them on my Nook, but I haven’t read them yet. From what I hear you either love them or hate them….hmmm.  What genre (s) do you write?

Romantic-suspense, supernatural-thrillers, and romance. I also dabble in fantasy and sci-fi.

You sound like a busy writer! Share your blurb for Hurricane Crimes!

After her car breaks down, Beth Kennedy is forced to stay in Florida, the target of Hurricane Sabrina. She stocks up supplies, boards up windows, and hunkers down to wait out the storm, but her plan unravels when she witnesses a car accident. Risking her life, she braves the winds to save the driver. Just when she believes they are safe, she finds out the man she saved could possibly be more dangerous than the severe weather.

Donovan Goldwyn only wanted to hide from the police, but the hurricane shoved his car into a tree. Now he’s trapped with a beautiful woman while the evidence that can prove his innocence to a brutal crime is out there for anyone to find.

As Hurricane Sabrina wreaks havoc, Beth has no other choice but to trust Donovan to stay alive. But will she survive, or will she become another hurricane crime?

What’s a genre you don’t write but would like to try?

I don’t write horror. I can write suspense and gore, but I just don’t think I have that scary bone in my body. If someone could teach me how to scare my readers, I’d definitely take the opportunity.

I’m the same, I think I would add too much funny in there somewhere lol. Where do you prefer to write?

I have a desk nestled in the corner of my apartment where I can see out the sliding glass door and take a peek at the TV. I spend quite a bit of time here pounding away at the keyboard, but I also love to curl up on the couch with a notebook and pen.

Sounds like a good writing spot! What’s the easiest part of writing for you?

Getting story ideas. I get story ideas when I’m trying to fall asleep, when I’m watching TV, and especially when I’m trying not to get story ideas. I have a list of books I need to write and it keeps getting longer.

What was your favorite and least favorite part about writing this book?

My favorite part was creating Hurricane Sabrina. I tried to make the storm as human as possible by giving it characteristics many people, and especially women, have. There are only three characters in my book, so Hurricane Sabrina was my fourth character.

I don’t have a least favorite, but I will admit that I did have a bit of a problem with the POV, but after I got that squared away everything was fine.

Why should we read your book?

I would never want to claim anyone should or has to read my book, so instead I’ll say why someone may want to read my book . . . I think people who love suspense will have fun trying to figure out if Donovan is a killer. I think romance lovers will enjoy the tension and passion between Donovan and Beth. I believe women will enjoy rooting for Beth during her insane moments of strength. I also think avid readers will be satisfied with Hurricane Crimes because it is a quick read and thorough story.

What do you hope readers walk away with when they finish HURRICANE CRIMES?

I hope readers will finish my book feeling entertained. More than that, I want them to feel as though they can battle a hurricane like Beth did, even if the hurricane takes shapes as another hardship in their life.

Can you tell us a little bit about your current WIP?

Absolutely! I am editing my next eBook, 30 Seconds, which is about a woman who finds herself in the middle of a war between a police force and a deadly mob. I am also writing a book about a wrestler and a librarian. This WIP is titled, In the Ring, and is a romance story with intense situations involving wrestling matches and family conflict.

Great titles….looking forward to learning more about them 🙂

Now the 4:

How would people communicate in a perfect world?

In a perfect world people would communicate with eye contact. With a simple locking of eyes you can have a complete conversation and even understand someone’s mood/emotional state. This would probably work better in a sci-fi novel though. Now there’s another story idea! 😉

All the television stations pooled together and chose one person to pick a show to run 24/7 for 365 days…and you won. What television show would you pick to run over and over again?

My addiction is Scandal, so I would definitely pick that show to run on repeat for a whole year. It has everything a person could want: murder, crimes, irresistible romance, intensity, shocking twists, a great storyline, amazing characters, and, of course, scandal!

You were in a head on collision with Santa and his reindeer! Whew…everyone is okay, but the accident was caused by you running a red light! Now you’re in court and Judge Judy sentences you to a year of duties where you’ll need to take the place of one of the following holiday mascots….who will you choose? The Easter Bunny, The Tooth fairy, The Grim Reaper, Santa, Uncle Sam, Cupid…or another. And why did you choose the one you did?

I would choose to be the Tooth Fairy because I’d get to wear a cute costume. I’d also have real wings and an endless supply of money! 😉 Plus, I’d enjoy visiting toothless boys and girls, especially my nephews, and rewarding them for losing a piece of their childhood.

What’s the most amount of money you’ve found while doing laundry?

Fifty cents. I’m never lucky enough to find forgotten bills.

Thanks for being sharing your 10 and your 4, Chrys Fey Please share an excerpt from HURRICANE CRIMES! 🙂

On the television set, which was fighting to stay alive, was breaking news. She caught bits and pieces of it as she emptied the bowl of blood-tainted water and threw out the cloth. It was about a high-speed chase that had occurred about a half-hour ago. Beth shook her head. Apparently, Donovan wasn’t the only idiot driving around during a hurricane.

She went back into the living room and began replacing all the medical supplies into the first-aid kit. Behind her, a reporter was explaining that the driver of the car was believed to be a murder suspect.

“The name of the—”

The lights flashed, prompting Beth to snatch up her flashlight.

“Donovan Goldwyn.”

Her fingers went cold around the plastic tube as ice frosted her veins. She straightened her spine and turned stiffly to the television, her heart wasn’t beating in her chest. On the screen was the picture of the man who was right now changing in her bedroom. Above it was a caption in bold letters that read—SUSPECT.

She gripped the flashlight in her frozen fingers. Her heart thudded fearfully. She stared into the immobilized violet eyes through the glass.

“Oh my god,” she gasped.

She had brought a murderer into her home!

Before we wave good-bye, let us know if there are any other links you’d like to share so that we can find you and your book online. 🙂

Thank you for having me, Christine! I had a blast!


Here are my links. I hope to see all of you around. 🙂

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Posted by on December 10, 2013 in 10 - 4 Tuesday, Book Excerpts


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What to Read Wednesday

Welcome to What to Read Wednesday. If you are visiting today from the US you are probably taking a break from getting ready for Turkey Day–be that traveling or hosting. So I want to say an extra big thank you for taking your break with me and our guest Alana Albertson, author of  Love Waltzes In.

Alana is visiting today sharing the inspiration behind her story and also a wonderful blurb and excerpt for her book. It sounds wonderful and I hope you’ll add it to your reading list like I did.

Also, Alana is offering up a fun prize! Either a $25 Amazon Gift Card or Barnes & Noble Gift Card. Click HERE to enter.

Take it away Alana…


Inspiration behind the story.

I was a professional ballroom dancer and I was always fascinated by the intricate world we lived in that was unknown to the non-dancing world. Not until the success of Dancing with the Stars, did America really learn about ballroom dancing. But the show rarely gives real glimpses of the realities of life as a ballroom dancer.  I wanted to give readers a glimpse into our world and see the dark side: immigration fraud, fake marriages, abusive partnerships, extreme diets and training.

My first professional dance partner was a former Marine. My husband is also a Marine (albeit the non-dancing variety). I loved the contrast of a tough Marine forced back in this glitzy ballroom world.


Playlist for Love Waltzes In

1. Cha Cha: Sexbomb by Tom Jones

2. Foxtrot: Feeling Good by George Michael

3. Rumba: Nobody Knows by Tony Rich Project

4. Mambo: Get Busy by Sean Paul

5. Quickstep: It Don’t Mean A Thing by Duke Ellington

6. Swing: All Summer Long by Kid Rock

7. Waltz: Open Arms by Journey

8. Bolero: Cry Me A River by Justin Timberlake

9. Jive: Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne

10. Tango: Objection (Tango) by Shakira

11. Paso Doble: Final Countdown by Europe

12. Viennese Waltz: Time of my Life by David Cook

13. Hustle: Canned Heat by Jamiroquai

14: Samba: Salomé by Chayanne




To her millions of fans, ballroom champion Selena Marcil seems to have the perfect life: a great dance partner, a hit reality show, and celebrity perks. But underneath the glamorous ball gowns, Selena longs to find someone to share her life with when the stage lights dim.

Selena’s childhood sweetheart, Bret Lord, hung up his dance shoes after winning two national titles with her as a teenager, and enlisted in the United States Marine Corps. He never saw his former fiancée again, except on television and on the cover of men’s magazines. Ten years and three deployments later, Bret gets an offer to audition for Selena’s dance show. When the Marine Corps gives him temporary leave to appear on the series, Bret can’t refuse the quick cash that will enable him to provide financially for the widow of his buddy, even if it does mean coming face to face with his past.

When Bret shows up at her national championship, Selena is shocked. For years she searched for him to no avail. After spending time with Bret, Selena realizes despite their past romance, they have no future. He has no desire to live under a spotlight and she has no desire to leave it. Can Selena and Bret recognize when Love Waltzes In?

Excerpt – Love Waltzes In 

Staff Sergeant Bret Lord sat on the dirty floor of his tent, going through the day’s mail: the latest Men’s Fitness magazine from his sister, a care package from his mom. He ripped open the package—socks, lip balm, sunflower seeds, and a thin letter that contained an old magazine clipping.

Dear Bret,

I miss you very much. Benny asked me to send you this article. I really wish you would consider his offer. Please stay safe.

Love, Mom

He swallowed hard. A neon sticky pressed on the wrinkled page had a note scrawled on it from his former master dance coach.

Bret, m’boy,

We’ll make it worth your time.

Cheers, Benny.

Thumbing the edge of the article, Bret stared at the sixteen-year-old boy in the picture and could barely recognize himself. His shoulder length, wavy blond hair was slicked back, not shorn in a “high and tight” like his current haircut. No signs of the tattoos or muscles that currently defined his body. Golden skin stained from a bottle, not the harsh sun of Iraq. His arms were wrapped around a gorgeous, curvy young girl with long jet-black hair. The jade Latin gown she wore matched the color of her almond-shaped eyes.

Bret tossed the article aside and removed his nine-mil pistol from his holster to clean it.

Lance Corporal Hernandez walked by Bret and snatched the article off his cot. After staring at it, Hernandez’s face brightened.

“Hey, Staff Sergeant, this you?”

“No, it’s my clone who’s also named Bret Lord.” Bret slid the rail back on his weapon and began disassembling it.

“Staff Sergeant, you know Selena Marcil? Did you hit that?”

“Shut up, Hernandez, or the one getting hit will be you—with the butt stock of my rifle.” Bret grabbed the paper out of Hernandez’s hands, and smacked him on the side of the head. The kid didn’t flinch.

“Staff Sergeant Twinkle Toes. Hey—can you hook me up with Selena? I’ll be her boy toy. I love her. Man, she’s smoking. Has the nicest ass. Not like all those skinny, Russian chicks on that show.” He nodded to himself with an eyebrow dancing. “Selena’s on my list. She’s Latina, too. We’d be perfect together. What was she doing with a gringo like you?”

“Hernandez, you’re way out of line.” Bret reassembled his pistol.

“My bad, Staff Sergeant.”

Bret grabbed the article, his pack, and his rifle. It was impossible to get some privacy in the tent. His only option was to sit outside in a sandstorm but even that sounded like a welcome retreat from his immature men. He walked about five hundred feet, then plopped down in the hot sand.

The red sky hung above him, thick from smoke from the nearby town. Bret struggled to catch a glimpse of the distant mountains. Sand seemed to pelt down from the heavens, blinding him and settling into every crevice in his body. He closed his eyes against the sting of the sand, and turned his thoughts to Selena. Was she the diva the tabloids made her out to be? Even after ten years, he could almost smell her buttery-coconut scent. A welcome change from the overflowing shitters, toxic diesel, and stench of his fellow Marines who hadn’t bathed in three weeks.


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Alana Albertson is the former President of both Romance Writers of Americas’s Young Adult and  Chick Lit chapters and the founder of Academe Advantage, a college admissions & test preparation company. Alana Albertson holds a Masters of Education from Harvard University and a Bachelor of Arts in English from Stanford University. A recovering professional ballroom dancer, Alana currently writes contemporary romance and young adult fiction. She lives in San Diego, California, with her husband, two young sons, and four dogs. When she’s not spending her time needlepointing, dancing, or saving dogs from high kill shelters through  Pugs N Roses, the rescue she founded, she can be found watching episodes of House Hunters, Homeland, or Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team.


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Posted by on November 27, 2013 in Book Excerpts, What to Read Wednesday


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What to Read Wednesday

Thank you so much for joining me on What to Read Wednesday. Today we have a special treat. Author Lynda Bailey is sharing a fun guest post about her bucket list and she also has a great giveaway!

I have to mention that today is Lynda’s birthday, so please wish her a Happy Birthday in the comments! Birthday’s are special days to be filled with smiles…so I hope to brighten up Lynda’s special day with some wonderful comments and well wishes 🙂

At the end of Lynda’s post please check out her latest release BATTLE-TESTED LOVE! She has a fabulous cover and excerpt to share.


Battle Tested Love Lynda Bailey

I want to thank Christine for hosting me today! And, yes, it’s my birthday – grin. So to celebrate, I’m giving presents!!!!! A lucky commenter will get his/her choice of one of my print titles along with a matching charm necklace in either silver or gold. (These prizes can only be shipped in the United States…sorry.)

With this being my birthday (and please don’t ask my age – suffixes to say dirt is older than me, but just barely…<wink>) I thought to share my current “bucket list” of things I’d like to achieve before I reach the end of my journey in this dimension. (I should note that before I even knew what a “bucket list” was, I managed to cross off a couple of items: becoming a welder and learning to box.)

My list now includes the following:

            Visiting Labrador Island

            Visiting the Galapagos Islands

            Visiting American Samoa

            Taking an extended cruise to Alaska

            Traveling above the Arctic Circle

            Climbing Mount McKinley (this I plan to do when I’m ninety…J)

I also want to learn ballroom dancing (LOVE Dancing with the Stars!) as well as pole dancing – yes! Pole dancing!

Now that you know what’s included in my “bucket list,” please share one or two of your dreams. What’s something you hope to accomplish before the end of your journey? Remember to leave your email in the response, not only for the chance to win one of my print books + a matching charm necklace, but to be in the raffle to win the $25 Amazon gift card at the end of my blog tour.

Titles available in print: Battle-Born Love, Battle-Tested Love, Erotic Escapades of a Married Couple, Naughty Neighborhood, Wildflower. You can find the covers and blurbs on my website,

Thanks again to Christine for hosting me – on my birthday!

Thank you for coming on Lynda and HAPPY BIRTHDAY again…I hope you’re day is wonderful!!!



All she wanted was a little adventure…

Darcy Williams is desperate for some relief from her ho-hum life, but getting kidnapped by an outrageously handsome man isn’t at all what she had in mind. She needs to keep it together long enough to escape. Because escape is what she wants, right?

He’s a nice guy doing a bad thing for a really good reason…

Ben Gallagher loves his baby sister, Ana, more than anything. So, when she’s date raped by the mayor’s nephew, Ben has no problem sending said nephew to the ER. Now Ana’s gone missing and Ben will stop at nothing, nothing, to find his sister and ensure her safety—even if that means carjacking and kidnapping an innocent woman.

Things spiral from bad to worse…

When Ben is injured protecting Darcy from some thugs, he has to trust her if he’s going to get to Ana. And he has to ignore the passion Darcy stirs in him. Darcy learns Ben is actually a good man, one she’s starting to have feelings for. Can their fledging relationship stand the test of time —and the law?


“I’ve got an idea,” she said. “Why not tie me to a tree and leave me here? It’d be tomorrow before anyone found me.”

He cupped her elbow to angle her into the seat. “That’s not gonna happen.”

She spun which again planted her body tight to his. He stifled a growl and none-too-gently pushed her into the car.

“But why not? You’d be days gone and I wouldn’t be able to tell anyone where you went. You could ditch my car and steal another one. It’s the perfect plan. You don’t have to hassle with me and I don’t have to be kidnapped.”

He re-tied her hands. “It’s not the perfect plan.”

“Really?” Her mocking tone shredded his nerves. “Give me one reason why you can’t leave me here.”

He leaned an arm on the top of her car. “I won’t give you one reason, I’ll give you two. One, I don’t make a habit out of stealing cars.” His jaw clenched harder at her unladylike snort.

“And two, I know this area. I used to hunt chucker round here. No one would find you for days. And with all the fires, you’d be a sitting duck for a hungry, displaced bear or bobcat.” He clicked her seatbelt into place then firmly closed the door in her face. He got behind the wheel and turned the key.

She twisted to face him. “Let me get this straight, you won’t leave me here because you’re thinking of my safety?”

He backed down the road. “Something like that.”

“Dude, your logic is seriously warped.”

“Maybe, but I’m sticking with it.” He steered the car onto the paved road and headed toward the expressway onramp. “And stop calling me dude.”

“What’s the matter, dude?” she sneered in an exaggerated California accent. “Don’t you like the name?”

“No. So knock it off, lady.”

“Don’t call me lady. I’m twenty-four not eighty-four. Might as well call me ma’am.”

“All right, lady. Tell me your name.”

“You first, dude.”

Ben chuckled. He couldn’t help it. This lady was spunky and tenacious and not at all afraid to challenge him—even in this situation. He wondered how things would have progressed between them had they met in a social setting rather than in this trying situation. “Ben. My name is Ben.”

“Ben what?”

He took his eyes off the road to stare at her. She shrugged. “I took a shot.”

“So what’s your name?”

She stared out the passenger window. “Darcy.”

“Okay, Darcy, this is how it’s gonna work. I’ll let you go just as soon as I can, but I can’t have you going to the police or reporting your car stolen. Just think of this as an unexpected road trip.”

“Don’t suppose you’ll tell me where this little road trip ends?” Bitter sarcasm coated her words.

He accelerated her sub-compact onto the six-lane highway. “Nope.”

“And there’s no way I can convince you to let me go.”

“Nope again.”

“In other words, I don’t have a choice.”

“In other words, you don’t have a choice.”

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I’ve always loved stories.  Especially love stories.  Growing up in the Midwest, I’d make up stories to my favorite TV shows – usually westerns.

As I got older, the stories didn’t relent.  In fact, they only got stronger, the characters more insistent, until I had no choice but to put it all on paper.  It’s become an obsession for me.  One that I love.

When not sitting at my computer, I spend my time working as a substitute teacher and fitness instructor.  Guess you could say I’m an equal opportunity “persuader” of the young and, ahem, not so young.

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