 Thursday, November 29, 2007 12 Days of Romance  Do you want to win some fantastic holiday reading? If so come celebrate the Twelve days of Romance with 12 authors from Ellora's Cave, Total-E-Bound and Cerridwen Press. Each day beginning December 8th and running through December 19th one of the twelve authors will tell what their "True love gave to them" on either their blog or website. Collect all twelve answers and e-mail them to anny@annycook.com with 12 days of Romance in the subject line to win some great books. There will be three lucky winners. The prizes –1st prize--6 books 2nd prize--4 books 3rd prize--2 books All books and prize winners will be drawn randomly. Anny Cook Winter Hearts Sandra Cox Boji Stones Bronwyn Green Ronan's Grail Heather Hiestand Cards Never Lie Barbara Huffert Deal of a Lifetime Amarinda Jones Mad About Mirabelle Kelly Kirch Time for Love Cindy Spencer Pape Cowboy's Christmas Bride Brynn Paulin Fallen Jacquéline Roth Access Denied KZ Snow Mrs. Claws Lacey Thorn Earth Moves Labels: contest, Sandra Cox 
Wednesday, November 28, 2007  We are one week away from the release of Gunshot Grange, my third Cerridwen Press novel and first gothic-y contemporary romance. I started writing this book a few months after I moved to Clark County in Washington State. I've never lived in a rural area before and the topography seemed very striking to me and suitable to a gothic-y plot. I have a brooding mansion on a hill, a bad storm, a dark hero, a friendless heroine in danger - though she's a smart heroine, in keeping with this era. Gunshot Grange was a fun book for me, the last one I started before I sold novel-length fiction. There are lots of ways to win it or other books by me right now. I'm participating in lots of contests! Check my blog at http://blog.heatherhiestand.com/ or website at www.heatherhiestand.com for details on Sunday's book-a-day giveaway, the Holiday Hotties contest, the 12 Days of Christmas Contest, the What's the name of that Christmas Carol contest and, well, I hope that's all for right now! Gunshot Grange blurb: Dangerous legacy, dangerous love A dark history has haunted the residents of Gunshot Grange for generations. Built by immigrants in the 1840s, it has withstood everything its owners could throw at it, until now. The wedding celebration underway is a rare moment of happiness in the sprawling family mansion, but some inhabitants aren’t ready to feel the love. Best man Rick Kinslee, for one, would rather avoid the party, but he’s distracted by the beautiful out of town visitor who arrives in a terrible storm. When she offers him a one-night stand, he eagerly agrees. Though she’s sexy as hell, he soon has reason to be suspicious of the woman’s true motives in pursuing him. Bridesmaid Marci Sky is on the hunt, looking to solve a mystery, but she has no idea her friend’s home is the setting of her own family’s worst tragedy. With no allies except a busy bride and no one she can trust, Marci is in a fight for her life…and the truth behind Gunshot Grange. Labels: Heather Hiestand Gunshot Grange contest
Tuesday, November 27, 2007  Hope you and yours had a wonderful Thanksgiving. As usual, I once again realized how much I have to be thankful for this time of year. I enjoyed a great meal and get together with family and friends. I also ate WAY too much. I just can't get enough of that stuffing. Lol! I'm very excited to announce that fellow CP authors, Karen McCullough, Ariana Dupre and I have a paranormal Christmas anthology, entitled BENEATH A CHRISTMAS MOON, coming out through Cerridwen Press on December 13th. I know that Karen and Ariana have already posted excerpts from their stories, so I'd like to do the same. I hope you enjoy this excerpt from my story, Lander's Moon. But before I do that, just a reminder. Ariana, Karen and I will be chatting about this anthology as well as our other work, and giving away prizes to attendees throughout the month of December. Please check out our website for exact times and locations. In the meantime, here's a quick run down: **Blogtalk Radio December 5th 12:00 PM EST: Listen in as Karen and I chat with Ariana at blogtalk radio. Please check out this audio podcast at http://melissaalvarez.podomatic.com. **Writerspace Chat December 9th 8:00 PM EST: I'll be chatting at Writerspace. I'm hopeful Ariana and Karen can also stop by to say hello. And I'll be giving away prizes to a couple of chat attendees that night. Please visit http://writerspace.com/chat and don't forget to register early because the chat room usually fills up fast! **The Raven Radio Show December 12th at 11:00 am EST: We'll be broadcast LIVE at The Raven. And you are more than welcome to call in to say hell0. The phone number is (646) 595-3998 (New York number, long distance charges apply) Now here's a little taste of LANDER'S MOON: Staring down at her, Lander was captivated by her pixie features. Soft, feathery midnight black hair spread out fanlike around her, haloing the delicate beauty of her face. She was a petite female. He imagined her having small breasts and a tiny waist, yet with curves in all the right places under the bulky sweater she wore. She looked more ethereal and fragile than the type of female he usually preferred, yet her scent held an allure that was hard to resist. It called to him, somewhere deep in his gut. And if nothing else, he always listened to his gut. He leaned closer, inhaling her sweet scent, and felt her breath flutter against his whiskers. Good. She was still alive but from the blue shade of her lips and erratic pattern of her breathing he knew that could easily change if he didn’t get her somewhere warm, fast. Reining in the lust that raged through him, he bent his head low and nuzzled her chest. As gently as possible Lander clamped his teeth around her sweater. Pulling her up off the ground, he noted that her body remained limp. Arms wide at her sides and legs dangling, she hung like a rag doll from his mouth. He knew his next actions might hurt her but he had to get her on his back if he wanted to get her someplace safe. But just as he was about to swing her up her whole body jerked. She raised her head and her slightly unfocused gaze found his. He noticed she had the most incredibly alive eyes he had ever seen. Despite her obvious disorientation her deep, chocolate-brown eyes flamed bright with a kind of inner light not many mortals possessed. If eyes were truly windows to the soul then this female’s soul held the strength and healing light of the sun, moon and stars. He recognized what she was right away. A healer. One who cared for the mental, physical and spiritual wellbeing of others. But as her gaze widened in fear and her mouth opened in preparation for a scream, he knew he needed to focus more on her wellbeing than what he saw in her eyes. He shook his head back and forth quickly, swinging her from side to side. Not hard enough to hurt her, but enough to shake her up a bit and stop her from screaming. It worked. Lander assumed she fainted as her body went limp once more. At least he hoped she had just fainted. He didn’t think his shake would have killed her, but he hadn’t had much practice calming his prey instead of tearing it apart. In other circumstances he wouldn’t care if she screamed but the scent of another had reached him and his protective instincts kicked in. The human male’s odor was getting stronger. And something about it didn’t smell right. This male was bad and Lander didn’t want him anywhere near his female. Lander had no problem fighting for her if he had to. In fact, his first urge was to stand and fight. But considering the woman’s condition, getting her someplace warm and safe was more of a priority. Gazing in the direction he knew the man was heading from, Lander growled around the fuzzy sweater between his teeth. Turning toward home, he carried his female with him. Best, Eden Eden Robins Dark, Dangerous and Decadent Happily-Ever-Afters www.edenrobins.com http://www.myspace.com/edenrobins AFTER SUNDOWN: ILLUMINATION Coming in 2008! BENEATH A CHRISTMAS MOON December 13, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007 I'm a newbie in the Cotillion line, although I've been writing Regencies for a lot of years now. (You'll find some available on Amazon.) I'm so glad to have somewhere to publish new books in the genre I love best. Sweet romance, historical setting, a little humor, a lot of love--what more could one ask? Cotillion has scheduled THE GHOST AND JACOB MOORHEAD for Dec. 6th release. It is the first of a four book series that involves heirs to Lord Everston's unentailed property. The late Lord Everston lost both his sons and didn't like the nephew who would inherit his title, so made a plan to help some young relatives he did like. For one reason or another they all needed shaking up or a helping hand or something. Jacob, the hero of this first book, definitely needed shaking up. He was rapidly going to hell in a hand basket, drinking and wenching way too much. Our ghost remembered him as a lad. The boy loved to visit his lordship's favorite estate not far from York, riding and fishing and generally doing those things a schoolboy does when on holiday. His lordship hopes that bringing Jacob back there will make him forget his drinking and wenching and what-have-you. The catch? The will states Jacob must live on the estate for a year...A whole year! There is a complication. The ghost's orphaned granddaughter, the off-spring of a misalliance between his younger (estranged) son and his housekeeper's much younger sister, has come to her grandfather in time to help nurse him through his last illness. Her aunt has not only been the ghost's housekeeper but his lover for many decades. The granddaughter feels she is neither fish not fowl, doesn't know if she belongs upstairs as a guest or with her aunt below stairs, working for her living...and besides that, she grew up in Italy which is another complication altogether. Our ghost is determined to see that all goes well for his heirs and has stuck around to make certain of it. He is worried sick that the heir to his title will somehow interfere with the bequests. The young man is not the smartest man around and has, somehow, not even he knows how, got it into his head that his late lordship had no right to leave any of the property away from the title. He is determined to get it back where he believes it belongs. In his hands, of course. Ah well. All ends well--despite a mad man who wants to torture and kill our ghost's daughter. Then too, one of Jacob's old lovers, a widow, thinks Jacob should marry her, while her father thinks he's got the right to find her a new husband, one who will pay him a good bride price for her. There are a few other problems here and there including the fact Jacob falls in love with the granddaughter, but she believes she has responsibility to her aunt so...will she, won't she? Jacob doesn't know... Oh. YOu want to now what that was about Great Aunt Hilda? You don't know what to get her for Christmas? Go to the Cotillion page and choose a great read from the in-print books. (Mine isn't yet in print, but others are.) Great Aunt's like romance too. Just not the hot and sexy kind...at least mine didn't. And you might want to read it before you give it away. That's the best thing about buying books for gifts: they give double the pleasure, you see. Wishing you all the happiest holiday season ever... Cheerfully, Jeanne Savery
Wednesday, November 21, 2007 remind ourselves that, after all, it could be worse. It just so happens that here in the United States, we have such an occasion institutionalized, using the excuse of our ancestors having lived through their first year in an unfamiliar place. (The fact that their having lived through that first year meant that they managed to doom the locals who gave them a helping hand is only recently being acknowledged.) So in the grand tradition of being grateful for what we've got, I give thanks that (among other things): I know elsewhere in these United States, the weather is horrible. I I know others aren't as fortunate, but I have a roof over my head I know others haven't had this kind of luck, but I have a splendid I know others get despondent, but I know that for every And I am thankful for all that. Happy Thanksgiving! Eilis Flynn
Tuesday, November 20, 2007  I love creating fictional beasts. Littered around my house are books on Celtic myths, Gods and Goddess, Irish Folklore, and lots more. And I use them. I use them when I’m stuck working on a story that just begs for a fictional beast, one that can sprout wings, breathe fire or trot on all four legs. But as a writer I take liberties. I like to weave a bit of that and a bit of this into my own new one-of-kind beast. For me that’s when they really come alive, develop special attributes and get named. Take for instance my Ellora's Cave novellas, Love Me Wild and Love Me Tender (and yes I’m working on the third). In those stories I built a new futuristic world and with the construction of that world I really wanted to add something shocking. Hence the development of my Mage Pegcentaurs. I called them Mage because only a Mage Pegcentaur can shift into any creature and I added wings giving the centaur (horse-like creature) the ability to fly. I needed this character to morph into any other beast in my Love Me Tender story because I didn’t want my main character finding him immediately. Let the chase begin, that was my theory behind it. I’m working on a new novella that will feature Elementals. These are creatures that can become anything, air, fire, and any other living creature. But with all creatures something needs to bind them in place, or work as a poison. I truly feel that no creature should be omniscient, really where’s the fun in that. I want to hear from you. What creatures have you created? What names do you give them? Do they have any special features? Share, share, share…you never know when it could be used by a writer in a story. Speaking of sharing – here’s an excerpt from my CP book Rapture that features yet again one of my made up creatures, I named Tartahounds. Twice in two days an undersea rupture from the bowels of the Earth had spewed forth a dozen of Hades’ legionnaires and their demonic Tartahounds. Close to four centuries ago, Hades had tried to overtake the undersea kingdom, believing it was his right to overthrow Oceanus’ children. It had taken a massive counterattack with all the Titan leaders from the seven seas working together to finally defeat Hades. However the toll had been enormous. Thousands of Titans and Sirens had lost their souls to Hades. Nothing could be done for them. Every once in a while Hades liked to test their power, and he would send his legionnaires out to try to break through. Hades’ legionnaires had only tried to overtake the North Seas, where his family lived—that was strange. His father had contacted the other leaders and nothing unusual was happening elsewhere. Like my mardom needs another problem to deal with. Besides trying to find a cure for the illness affecting his people they were also forced to deal with Hades’ tricks, which were always underhanded. Seth knew it was a puzzle that warranted more attention. He was sure that was why his father wanted to speak with him at half-tide. Today, he made the decision that extra Titan warriors were needed to patrol all the surrounding shields. They were all on high alert. This morning it had taken him and two other Titan warriors a good hour to destroy the dozen legionnaires and their Tartahounds who had broken through one of the far perimeter shields. The legionnaires were deadly with their vapor assaults, but the Tartahounds were even more lethal. With a body the shape of an electric eel and its three canine heads, Tartahounds were blind and relied on their ability to scent their prey. One bite and their poisonous venom could render a Titan warrior unconscious. Mikhail, a friend of Seth’s, had come very close to being contaminated by one of the Tartahounds. The fact the beast had attacked Mikhail on his own, without a legionnaire holding him to a vapor leash, unnerved Seth. Never in his years of dealing with Hades’ legionnaires had he seen a Tartahound unleashed. An off-leash Tartahound could just as easily attack its master. The only thing that controlled them was the vapor leash. Quick thinking on Seth’s part had decapitated the beast, and saved Mikhail from a slow, torturous death. Rapture can be bought directly from Cerridwen Press at http://www.cerridwenpress.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419910760 Love Me Wild can be bought directly from Ellora's Cave at http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419910104 Love Me Tender can be bought directly from Ellora's Cave at http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419912665 Labels: by Renee Field
Monday, November 19, 2007  PLAYING TO WIN is my very first book coming out with Cerridwen Press. It's a romantic supsense about a professional rugby player who wakes up one morning to find stories in the local tabloid newspaper stating he has a child. Since he's a public figure he assumes this is a blackmail attempt so he is stunned to see the child looks like him as a child. As far as he's aware he's never met the mother and he's certain he would remember meeting the woman.So starts the relationship between Kate and Lane. Wariness changes to friendship, which deepens. Lane comes to care about both woman and child and is concerned when it seems since she's attracted a crazed stalker... Lane and Kate go on a trip to Taupo, a holiday destination in the middle of the North Island of New Zealand.
 “I like Tirau,” she confided when they sat at one of the outside tables. Relaxed, now with more space between them, she leaned back to enjoy the sun. “I enjoy browsing in the antique shops, and I always make time to look in the shop over there.” Kate pointed at one of Tirau’s landmarks. The entrance to the shop was a large sheep’s head made of corrugated iron. Through the gaping mouth or doors, shelves were crammed full of wool, soft sheepskins and hand-knitted sweaters. After coffee, they explored the antique shops. Lane snared her hand in his as they walked from one shop to the next. Kate felt cherished yet remained aware of the strong anticipation zinging between them in a long look, a causal touch, a smile. Happiness wrapped around her heart, making her step lighter. Gradually the scenery changed from farmland to pine plantations. Tree shelterbelts of a different species glowed in autumn colors ranging from green and gold to red and burgundy, protecting newly planted pines from strong winds. Lane peered toward the lake. “If we’re lucky, we’ll catch a glimpse of the mountains. There isn’t much cloud.”Although early evening, they could make out the trio of mountains, Mount Ruapehu, Mount Tongariro and Mount Ngauruhoe across the large expanse of blue-black lake.  Lane, who had walked over to a set of sliding doors to watch the boys, said suddenly, “John, I think we’re needed. The boys have snagged the kite in a tree.”“But there’s only one tree in the reserve,” John said. Kate moved to survey the scene. A bubble of laughter escaped. “The boys have caught the kite in it. It looks as though they’re deciding who retrieves the kite.” To read an excerpt of PLAYING TO WIN visit my website. Playing to Win is due for release on 17th Jan 2008.
Sunday, November 18, 2007 Thanksgiving coming up, but a few guests, but a simple dinner. I'm through with the big feast thing....... Jean Labels: Brittanty, Kiss, Stephen
Saturday, November 17, 2007 I'm working on a Western. Whenever I get stuck, I read one of my favorite authors. There's a rhythm to the words in a historical. The words come easier once I find the pace of the period I'm writing about. I think back to this past year and all of the authors I've 'met' since I signed with Cerridwen Press. Even though I've only met a couple of you, I feel truly blessed that you are a part of my life. Many of you have been so helpful. I hope our relationship will be mutually beneficial and last a lifetime. Wishing you and yours a sumptuous meal and the warmth of having family and friends together. Sarah Richmond
Thursday, November 15, 2007  I see Karen posted our blurbs last week for our new release, Beneath A Christmas Moon. This anthology features three paranormal tales set at the Christmas holidays by Eden Robins, Karen McCullough and myself. This week I'd like to give you an excerpt from Paradise Designs. I hope you enjoy it! Smiles, Melissa Alvarez writing as Ariana Dupre Paradise Designs Ariana Dupré She opened her eyes and looked at the television. A couple kissed in a vacation commercial. She couldn’t even remember what good sex was like. A year of celibacy would do that to you. She watched the man slide his hand down the woman’s back. Tara sighed. If nothing else, she was determined to step out of her self-imposed hibernation and involve herself with a man. What better time to start dating again than on the year anniversary of her failed engagement? With Christmas only a few days away she knew that finding someone she’d like to go out with would be hard but she was determined to keep looking. The lasagna probably tastes so good because I missed lunch, she reasoned. Goldstein and Powers International Bank was the most prestigious financial institution on Brickell Avenue. Every day was filled with interesting people. She loved the hustle and bustle of customers coming and going. But today had been torture. Four tellers called in sick with the flu which left the branch severely shorthanded. I hope I don’t catch it. The last thing she needed was the flu during her vacation next week. She placed another bite of lasagna in her mouth and glanced at the television. A live shot of her building was on the screen with the caption “Haunted Hi-Rise”. What the hell? Grabbing one remote then another with one hand, she turned down the stereo and turned up the television volume. It was a reminder that she needed to have everything working off one remote. A baritone male voice filled the room as the camera angled to include the reporter on the screen. “Real estate sales in our area are still on the decline, however, some developers have it worse than others. From the looks of it, Paradise Designs Resort and Spa, with its lush landscaping and unique amenities wouldn’t be one of those places. Unfortunately, that’s not the case. You may remember our previous reports during the construction of the elaborate high-rise where many of the construction workers refused to return to the job site after experiencing what some considered ghostly encounters. Rumors of building materials disappearing or thrown across the room and apparitions of a woman had many of the workers fleeing the building never to return. Despite the management’s attempts to keep the rumors quiet, sales at Paradise Designs are at an all-time low with only seventy of the fifteen hundred condominiums sold. In an attempt to sell the units, management is reducing prices and offering incentives to their current residents. They have hired international marketing and sales guru, David Blake, who recently obtained his Florida realtor’s license, to work with the building’s current realtors to revive interest in this luxury resort and spa. If you’re in the market for a luxurious oceanfront condominium fit for the rich and famous, and you don’t mind living with ghosts, then Paradise Designs Resort and Spa may be for you. Ron Capman, WLDL News, Miami.” The fork clattered against the ceramic plate as Tara set it on the end table. This can’t be real. She’d never heard a word about the place being haunted when she purchased. Weren’t realtors required to disclose that kind of information? Her appetite gone, she aimed the remote at the television and flipped to other local channels but couldn’t locate the story anywhere else. Maybe WLDL was trying to get their ratings up. If the rumors that they were in financial trouble were true, then that very well might be the reason for such a fantastical story. That didn’t slow her pounding heart or help her shallow breathing. She looked around the room, scared that an apparition might appear. This is stupid! she thought, even though she realized she was counting the vertical blinds on the windows. She turned off the television and stereo with the remotes. “Maybe it’s a good time to meet my new neighbor.” She put the plate of lasagna in the fridge. She slipped on a pair of sandals and was about to head out the door when someone knocked on it. She assumed that it was mystery neighbor number one. Maybe she, or he, needed a cup of sugar. Yes, it would be nice to have neighbors again. Putting on her best smile, Tara opened the door to an empty hallway. No way did I imagine that knock. She walked over to, and paused in front of, her neighbor’s closed door and then glanced down the corridor. No ghosts were floating around like they’d said on the television. That was a good sign. The construction guys were making up stories or the station had fabricated the whole segment. That newscast just couldn’t be true. Tara tapped on the door and waited for several minutes. Maybe they’d had to go to the bathroom right after knocking on her door. She pressed the doorbell in case they were in the back of the condo and couldn’t hear her knocking. Drawing in a shaky breath, and feeling like she was spying, she leaned in and looked through the peephole. Where are the boxes? Even through the distortion she could tell the room was empty. She hadn’t heard any noise through the walls. She would have, wouldn’t she, if they’d moved those boxes. She knocked louder. She didn’t imagine all those boxes, did she? No, this isn’t anything paranormal. It’s not like the times she visited old Mrs. Hicks, the best cookie baker in the neighborhood, only to find out later that she’d been visiting a ghost in an empty house. A shiver snaked down her spine. Is this building really haunted? Her imagination was working overtime. That’s all. A shadow moved in her peripheral vision. Tara jerked away from the door and looked down the hall. Was that a woman disappearing into the wall? No! No, no, no, no, no! Terrified, Tara sprinted back to her condo and locked the door behind her. Her pulse raced, her mouth felt dry. Sweat dampened her arms and chest as her body temperature soared. This cannot be happening again. I left the paranormal behind when I moved here. Turning on all the lights she closed the windows and shut the vertical blinds in a hurry, cocooning herself from the darkness of night. She made her way into the bedroom, flipping up each light switch along the way. Beside her bed she stepped out of her sandals while yanking off her work pants and blouse. She jumped under the covers in her underwear, pulling the heavy comforter under her chin. She lay there for a long, long time staring around the room, counting and sweating under the covers, until finally her heartbeat slowed and her eyelids grew heavy.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007  The stranger took a step forward. “That’s far enough.” Hank said his gun still trained on him. “Look, I’m sorry. I know you have your own problems. But every vet I’ve seen has given up on him. He doesn’t have much longer.” He looked at Maureen. “Please.” She closed her eyes, concentrated and felt a wave of anguish roll off him. Her breath caught in her throat at the force of it. “Take him to the barn.” “Marnie. . .” “Sir, you’ve got a gun pointed at me and a wolf on my heels. I’m not a stupid man.” Hank gave him a level look, his voice filled with warning, “I’ll be watching you.” The stranger nodded and turned on his heel. Not taking his eyes off the stranger, Hank said, “Sometimes, girl, you care too much.” Saying nothing, she leaned back in the seat, causing the old cracked leather to squeak. Closing her eyes she drew into herself, wrapping her mind around the boji stones, feeling their strength and healing powers course through her body. She took a deep breath in from her belly then exhaled until her lungs emptied out. Opening her eyes she laid her hand on Hank’s. “What would I do without you?” “Get into a whole lot more trouble than you’re in now, I expect,” he said his expression wry. They followed the SUV as it started toward the barn, its headlights bouncing when it hit a chug hole. The brake lights shone for a moment, then went out as the truck stopped at the barn. The man got out and let down the trailer gate. He looked once at Wolf then backed the horse down the ramp. Maureen’s eyes moved from the stranger to the horse. “What a beautiful animal.” Hank grunted. “Help me out will you, tough guy?” He put the safety on the Glock and slipped it into his waistband then came around and opened her door. “You’re the hardest headed female I know,” he grumbled scooping her out. “Want me to carry you into the barn?” “I can walk if you’ll let me use your arm as a cane. She leaned against him flinching as her left leg touched the ground. “Besides, I saw the look on your face when you saw that horse. You don’t want to lose him either.” “That’s neither here nor there. You’re much more important to me than a dang blamed horse. And you know this will slow your healing time maybe even set you back.” “Please don’t worry, Hank. I’ll be okay.” She leaned her weight against him letting him half-carry half-drag her to the barn feeling the heat of him permeating her arm and shirt. She drew in a deep breath and smelled fresh air and animals. Smells that comforted her since she was a little girl. The stranger waited at the barn door watching their slow progress. “I’m sorry. I know this is hard on you.” Something like remorse flashed in his eyes. Labels: Boji Stones Paranormal Romance, Sandra Cox
Tuesday, November 13, 2007 Is it possible to live that way? To be a productive and successful author and still participate in and enjoy the other vital part of living my life with authenticity, passion and purpose? Good questions....What do you think? Best, Eden Eden Robins www.edenrobins.com Dark, Dangerous and Decadent Happily-Ever-Afters AFTER SUNDOWN: SALVATION-Available now in Paperback BENEATH A CHRISTMAS MOON-December 13, 2007 AFTER SUNDOWN: ILLUMINATION-Coming in 2008!
Sunday, November 11, 2007 
Saturday, November 10, 2007  Much to her chagrin. It may sound cool, but that's because you don't actually have to deal with things like avoiding sunlight lest your skin get charred or try to explain to your mother why you always have to wear turtlenecks. Even if the vampire who is trying to complete your transformation is hot and smart and charming and interesting and... hold on. Jo is forgetting why she is holding out against a perfect man. Oh yeah. He's a vampire. Jo has taken a break from grading science papers to creat a myspace page, figuring she can use all the friends she can get. Maybe there's someone else out there who can understand what she's going through. Or at least join her when she stress bakes. Or help her figure out why she seems to be a magnet not just for vampires but conventional murderers. Friend Jo Gartner on myspace or just visit and support her as she blogs through her aggressions: And read her adventures in UNDERDEAD, available now. “UNDERDEAD is certainly not your typical vampire story, it’s better…. I guarantee UNDERDEAD will have you laughing out loud, while keeping you in suspense right up until the end.”~~ Two Lips Reviews --Liz Labels: myspace, mystery, underdead, vampires
Friday, November 09, 2007 What have I learned about not wearing a watch you might ask? A lot. I actually have more human to human contact on a daily basis now all because there are times that I really do need to know what time it is and I usually ask that simple question. “Excuse me, do you have the time?” Now I often thought I’d love to use that line on a gorgeous hunk of a guy, hoping he’d say, “For you baby I’ve got all the time in the world,” but alas that hasn’t happened so far. It’s only been three years, give me another few and we shall see if that fantasy comes true. What I have discovered is that people love to talk and they want to be heard and listened to. I have learned so much about human behavior and the angst of what’s going on in a complete stranger’s life (sometimes it does get thrown into the story I’m working on) but I’ve also discovered people crave to talk to other people. Asking that simple time question has made me more patient. I do take the time to listen when the people I’ve asked start to talk and I usually walk away with a smile. Why? Because simply by discarding my watch I learn something new every day about someone I don’t know and that thrills me. I also don’t own a cell phone. Now, I admit that sometimes I do use hubby’s but I hate it and most cases I never remember to even turn the blasted thing on. I’m a bit of a computer nut (not in a good sense) and I find when I’m off trying to write I’m aware that that blasted cell phone is on and I keep getting distracted by it. My fingers ache to type in a friend’s number and invite them to join me when I really should be writing. And I’m one of those people who hate listening in to other people’s cell phone conversations they’re having while waiting in line, because while I try not to listen…I admit I do. And later I’m rehashing a partial conversation in my mind with someone I don’t even know. So when I’m really pressed for a writing deadline, no cell phone for me. I’d love to hear what tricks of the trade other writers use when they sit down to write, and I’d love to hear what “odd” things you’ve either adopted or dropped in your life. Personally, I think if we all got rid of our watches life would be a lot sweeter and much more relaxed. Labels: (writer's craft), by Renee Field
A Holiday Treat for You!  Coming December 13 from Cerridwen Press Beneath a Christmas Moon is an anthology of three romantic paranormal tales set at the Christmas holidays. Lander’s Moon by Eden Robins A legendary immortal with an attitude…on the prowl. A homeopathic healer with a thing for bad boys…lost in the forest. Snowbound together…in his castle in the woods. Can Christmas heal the broken spirit of a woman…and tame the wild heart of a beast? Paradise Designs Ariana Dupré Tara Simms is determined to create a new beginning for herself this holiday season. She’s purchased a new condo on Miami Beach in the ultra chic Paradise Designs Resort and Spa where there is no chance of paranormal activity. She’s left the paranormal at her last apartment but still fights the whispers that have always been part of her life. She refuses to accept the psychic abilities that run in her family and blocks the whispers. She’s looking for a new man and thinks that David Blake, the lead realtor at the high-rise, is a good prospect. David quickly sends her best laid plans on a roller coaster ride when he tells Tara that Paradise Designs is haunted. An unsolved murder, construction workers who swear they’ve seen a ghost and a newscast featuring the Haunted Hi-Rise confirm her worst fears. When Tara sees the spirit of a woman enter her condo she freaks out. David offers his protection and his apartment. Together Tara and David must solve the murder and help the spirit into the light. By facing the paranormal and her psychic abilities, will Tara find a new beginning filled with love? A Vampire’s Christmas Carol By Karen McCullough Can Christmas Eve be any more fun? On her way home, Carol Prescott’s car slides into a ditch in a deserted area with no cell phone signal. The only available shelter is already occupied…by a vampire. To Michael Carpenter, Carol is the bait in a trap. In an effort to hold onto his soul, Michael has resisted the urge to drink human blood for almost a century. Now he hovers between human and vampire. If he doesn’t drink human blood before the night ends, he’ll die. He’s desperately thirsty, but Michael has seen the soulless monsters vampires are and he prefers death. Carol is pure temptation to him, the Christmas present from hell…or heaven. Labels: Christmas, Karen McCullough, vampires
Thursday, November 08, 2007 Yesterday saw the launch of a new continuity series at Ellora's Cave/Cerridwen Press. With the publishing of L.A. Day's novella "Savage" we are now official. The Hunters for Hire series has been almost a year in the formation and I am honored to be one of the founders of our little universe. My book, "Danger on Xy-One" is the third in the series and will come out January 10, 2008. Because it spans both CP and EC, the heat levels vary from warm to extremely steamy so there is something for everyone. Length varies too, from quickies to full length novels. Welcome to the Devil’s Pit. Home sweet home. My name is Ulrich Vonner and I run the Web, the base of operations for Bounty Hunters, Inc. You need a criminal found? We will find them. The crime doesn’t matter. Remember that we don’t work for free—our fees are high, but we always catch our man, woman, or whatever species it is that you’re after. Of course, catching them and bringing them in are two different things. We may be scoundrels but we aren’t without conscience. I started this business fifteen years ago. Hunters come and hunters go, but that’s life. No one lasts forever, not in this business. Each of my bounty hunters has his or her reasons for turning hunter. I don’t ask what they are and I don’t care. They war with their inner demons, carve out a living for themselves, and then they move on—provided they survive their stint as a hunter. I don’t get attached, and I don’t mourn their loss. I learned long ago not to depend on anyone but myself. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, which is the primary reason I deal with the Amalgamation. Behind every great power is corruption, and the Amalgamation is no exception. However, they do pay well, and I’m not without my own agenda. I fight to survive and to hold on to what little I have left. Bounty Hunters, Inc. gives me a purpose and a damned good excuse to move in the circles I do. It’s said a man is judged by the company he keeps, so what does that say about me? In a galaxy fraught with danger, Bounty Hunters, Inc. will strive to satisfy all our customers—if it’s in our best interests to do so. Though we may wear a veneer of legal process, we are bounty hunters and we hunt those we are paid to hunt. If in the process we bring down those who would do harm to others—so much the better. What is a bounty hunter? We’re just glorified rogues trying to make the best out of what life tossed our way. The galaxy is not without its flaws or its bad seeds, and that’s what we’re here for—to do the jobs no one else wants. The best way to learn about Bounty Hunters, Inc. and me is to get to know the people who work for me first. They are good people in their own ways, but if you cross them, be prepared to face the consequences. Vicky Burkholder www.vickyburkholder.com
Wednesday, November 07, 2007 alternative newspaper, <i>The Seattle Weekly,</i> one person among a number the reporter talked to about the changing face of romance fiction. A few days later, I got email from the art director, asking if I'd be willing to participate in a photo shoot. Not being the most photogenic person (I tend to look either slightly deranged or constipated, sometimes both), I hesitated for all of a few seconds. Sure, I wrote back, because how often does an opportunity like this come about? I didn't hear anything else for a few days. I'd told the art director The photo shoot was a strange but amusing experience. The Let me add here that everyone I've told this story to looks at me as The shoot was quick and painless, and David made it a fun experience As it turned out, the Weekly went with one of the other writers for Check out the article here: Eilis Flynn
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