It’s Scavenger Hunt, Baby!

Let’s have some fun today for Halloween!

Y’all, Kristal here! I thought how about today I post a little scavenger hunt for our readers!  I will post ten clues, you find the authors.  Everyone who gets all the answers correct goes into the hat for a $25.00 amazon gift card!  Second place will win a $10.00 Barnes and Noble gift card and third place gets a big ol’ bag of Halloween candy!  Simple as that!

For this scavenger hunt, I’ll give you one hint each, about different paranormal authors and some of my fave’ characters.

You may use any resource available to you to find these answers!  Are you ready to answer the questions and win some prizes?!

We are starting with a GOODIE.  One of my personal favorites of all time.

1. Who is this couple?

 “What is your name?” she murmured.
He cocked an eyebrow at her and then went back to staring at his brother. “I’m the evil one, in case you haven’t figured it out.”
“I wanted your name, not your calling.”
“Being a bastard’s more of a compulsion, really. And it’s ________. I am _________.”

 Next few are easy ones, almost a gimme, I dare you not to know them, but here goes!

2. This author’s most famed series is written about the Carpathian mountains.

3. How many books are there in Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark Hunter Series?

4. I write a series about time traveling Highlanders.  I use my entire name, including my middle names and sometimes people refer to me only with my initials.  The first initial is K.  Who am I?

5. I write about feral shape shifting warriors.  What is my name and what is the next animal to have a book coming out?

6. Best-selling author Lara Adrian said this…. Fill in the blanks.  “Absorbing and edgy, darkly seductive–everything vampire romance should be! __________ is an enthralling read, set in a rich story world of blood wars and intrigue, complex characters and scorching sensuality. _______________ turns up the heat and takes you on a wild ride!”

7. Most of my vampire novels have the word “Midnight” in the title.  Who am I?

8. I have a book coming out on November 20, 2012.  My hero’s name is Pestilence and he completes a series of four books.  Who am I and what is my series called?

9. I write about paranormal Dream Guardians.  Who am I?

10. I write about deadly angels and time traveling Vikings.  Can you tell me the name of my twin brother Vikings and what books they appear in?

Ok, now go forth, have fun and scavenge me some good answers!

*Giveaway open to US only.

‘My Vampire Cover Model’ by Karyn Gerrard

STORY: Life changed for Deanna Brooks the night she attended a book signing for her aunt’s best-selling paranormal romance series. There she met Burney ‘The Cover God’ Sheridan. The model for the series’ fictional vampire hero, Burn is beyond handsome and has an overabundance of Irish charm. He’s too good to be true.

Burn Sheridan, a man with scores of past lives, has a secret: he is a vampire. Meeting Deanna is agony because for the first time in over two hundred years, Burn experiences the rarest of vampiric needs—the mate-of-the-soul connection. Keeping people at a distance has been Burn’s existence for centuries, but Deanna makes his pledge of staying detached impossible.

Many obstacles lie ahead and the biggest of all may be Burn himself. Can Deanna and Burn overcome them and find lasting love?

REVIEW: What would our Halloween posting be without a review of some good ol’ paranormal romance?!

Karyn Gerrard‘s  ‘My Vampire Cover Model’ is such a great little novella, its perfect for this time of year!

You can grab a nice hot cup of coffee or warm apple cider and have a seat and an hour later you have read the entire book and it’s a great little break!

‘My Vampire Cover Model’ is a fun, fast paced, fluffy vampire novella.  It’s cute, engaging and altogether a pretty fun read.  Burney or Burn (LOVE the name) is our vampire hero who changes his identity occasionally to not become detected as a vampire.

For this particular moment in time he is none other than a romance novel cover model for a series of paranormal vampire stories…..very clever if I do say so myself. :)  While at a book signing with the author of the series of books he models for, he finds instant attraction, love at first sight, if you will, with none other than the author’s niece!

Deana is lonely and unaware of the stir she has caused in Burn when she first meets him.  See, he knows who she is to him but she certainly doesn’t. The chemistry between Burn and Dean is instantaneous and doesn’t keep the readers waiting long to combust.  It’s fun and its sexy; its great reading material for all us Paranormal fans!

If you are looking for a good, quick read that is not heavily laden with angst and misunderstandings this is the one for you!

Kristal for b2b

‘A Notorious Countess Confesses’ by Julie Anne Long

STORY: She rose to spectacular heights . . .

From Covent Garden to courtesan to countess, beautiful, fearless, shamelessly ambitious Evie Duggan has riveted London in every role she plays. But the ton never could forgive her scandalous—if shockingly short—marriage, and when her star plummets amid gleefully vicious gossip, the countess escapes to the only legacy left to her: a manor house in Pennyroyal Green.

He never expected to fall so hard . . .

He has the face of a fallen angel and a smolder the devil would envy, but Vicar Adam Sylvaine walks a precarious line: resisting temptation . . . and the wild Eversea blood in his veins. Adam’s strength is tested when scandal, aka the countess, moves to Sussex. But when a woman who fiercely guards her heart and a man entrusted with the souls of an entire town surrender to a forbidden desire, will the sweetest sin lead them to heaven . . . or make outcasts of them forever?

REVIEW: Here comes book seven in Julie Ann Long’s Pennyroyal Greene series and while in this one we’re not following any of the Eversea’s or Redmond’s, even though our hero the Vicar is a cousin to Ian and Colin Eversea, it is still entertaining and character driven as the previous seven.

The story opens with Evie Duggan, or lately better known to the ton as  The Black Widow, as they all ran her out of London believing her capable of ‘doing her husband’ in.

As she escapes to the only place left to her, she meets a town full of women that are righteous, pious and many in awe and very protective of their young Vicar. Laying her eyes on him, she’s not surprised at their actions toward him and to have their friendship, she knows only one man can help her in that attempt, Adam Sylvaine.

Adam Sylvaine is young in age, but when it comes to his soul, the man has seen as much pain as happiness. He’s honest, loving and very protective of his parishioners. His love for them goes beyond his acceptance of their prejudices. It goes to the root of who he is.

Revisiting all the residents of Pennyroyal Greene was like coming to your home town! I loved finding myself among them once again, and as usual, Ms. Long has given me yet another clue to Lyon and Olivia’s story that I wonder if there ever will be a happily ever after for those two together.

Once I found out that this love story would involve a vicar and a courtesan, there was no way in Hell I was going to miss it! She created a Beta hero we can all fall in love with: honorable, caring and kind, and then paired him with a heroine that was flirtatious, smart and loyal; both were loving, courageous and very strong in their own right.

If anyone could pull this off, it was going to be JAL. I can tell you without a doubt, she has done an outstanding job with her writing, pace, plot and dialogue. She’s one of those rare authors that give their secondary characters time and space to grow on us to a point where we become protective of them as much as we do of our hero and heroine.

‘A Notorious Countess Confesses’ is one of those stories that will grab you from the moment our heroine falls asleep in the middle of our Vicar’s Sunday sermon, to the very end when all is revealed.

Julie Anne Long is not just a good story-teller; she’s a poet with her prose. With it, she leaves me light-headed and I promise it’ll do the same to you!

ARC provided by Edelweiss.

‘Twas the Night After Christmas by Sabrina Jeffries

BOOK BLURB: Dear Sir,

. . . I feel I should inform you that your mother is very ill. If you wish to see her before it is too late, you should come at once.

Sincerely,

Mrs. Camilla Stuart

Pierce Waverly, the Earl of Devonmont, has led an unabashed rogue’s life, letting no woman near his heart. Inexplicably abandoned as a child to be raised by distant relatives, he never forgave his parents, refusing to read any of his mother’s letters after his father’s death. Then came a letter that shook his resolve. A Christmas visit to Montcliff might prove his last chance to discover the truth of his past, and come to terms with the stranger he calls “Mother.”

But two surprises await him at Montcliff. His mother is perfectly healthy, nowhere near a deathbed, as her meddling lady’s companion led him to believe. The second is Camilla Stuart herself, a lively vicar’s widow, too bright and beautiful not to arouse the scoundrel in Pierce. Though she alone is reason enough to prolong his stay, he is soon faced with other tantalizing riddles: What secrets lie in his mother’s past to explain his childhood abandonment? Why is the captivating Mrs. Stuart so determined to mend the breach between mother and son? Meanwhile,

Camilla herself is caught up in love’s complications since the arrival of the irresistible earl. As his bold flirtation and suggestive whispers draw her dangerously close, can anything protect her vulnerable heart? If they are destined to share real happiness, there must be honesty between them—yet telling him the truth about her own life may shatter that chance.

None of them can predict the startling revelations to come. Or the secrets, both heartening and shocking, divulged between a mother and son, and between two lovers haunted by their respective pasts, that will make Christmas night at Montcliff one to remember—and the glorious night after, one to treasure for a lifetime.

EXCERPT:

Pierce paced the bedchamber, badly shaken by the sight of his mother. Great God, but she’d aged. When had she gone gray? She hadn’t been that way at the funeral two years ago.

Actually, back then she’d worn a hat and veil that covered her hair and her face, and he’d barely spared her a glance anyway. If he’d stayed to see her without them, would he have noticed the gray? Or the crow’s-feet around her eyes and the thin lines around her lips? Because he’d noticed them today, and they’d unsettled him. She was getting older. He should have expected it, but he hadn’t.

And he certainly hadn’t expected her face to light up when she saw him. It brought the past sharply into his mind. All those years of nothing, no word, no hint that she cared . . . Why, he couldn’t even remember the last time she’d looked on him so kindly.

How dared she do it now?Where had she been all those damned years at Harrow, when Manton was knocking him around? When the boys had taunted him for his asthma, before he’d grown out of it and begun standing up for himself?

How many Christmases had he lain in bed praying that this would be the one when she came sweeping in to kiss him on the forehead and make it all better? As mothers ought to do. As the other boys’ mothers routinely did.

He loosened his cravat, trying to catch his breath. It wasn’t a return of his asthma that plagued him but the weight of the past on his chest. The literal smell of the past.

The dower house had actually been his first home. Father began building the grand mansion that was now Montcliff Manor when Pierce was fourteen, so Pierce hadn’t even been inside it until after his father’s death. This was his childhood home—that’s why he had put Mother here, so he would never have to stay in it himself and suffer reminders of all that he’d lost at age eight.

One of those reminders was the smell of Mother’s favorite plum pudding being steamed. She’d always specified that certain spices be used, and that’s why the house now reeked of cloves and lemon peel. It would choke him for certain. He should never have come.

He wouldn’t have come if not for the impudent Mrs. Stuart. The audacity of the woman to lie to him! And to Mother, too, apparently, since Mother had looked perplexed by his assumption that she was dying. Meanwhile, her companion, the conniving baggage, had looked guilty.

But even if Mother hadn’t known of Mrs. Stuart’s letter to him, she somehow had to be complicit. Probably she’d spun enough tales about her son’s poor treatment of her to make Mrs. Stuart take it upon herself to right the wrong. Clearly Mother had done an excellent job of hiding her true nature around Mrs. Stuart, who seemed willing to risk losing her livelihood just to make her scheming charge happy. And she ought to lose her livelihood—he should have her dismissed at once for her impertinence.

Yet in his mind he kept seeing the shock on her face when he’d entered. Apparently, he hadn’t done a very good job of hiding his panic over the idea of Mother dying. What had the damned woman thought—that he was some monster with no soul?

Probably. After he’d announced he was leaving, she’d certainly glared at him as if he were. Insolent chit! No telling what his mother had said to secure the young widow’s sympathies.

Whatever it was, it wouldn’t be the truth—that once he’d turned old enough to be passed off to some relative, Mother had deliberately cut him out of her life. And now that he had inherited everything, she was suddenly eager to pay attention to the son she’d ignored for years.

To hell with that! He was not going to yield, no matter how gray Mother looked, and no matter what some officious companion with a penchant for meddling—

A knock at the door interrupted his pacing. “What?” he barked.

“I have your tray, my lord,” a muted voice said from beyond the door.

He’d forgotten entirely about that. “Set it down and go away!”

A moment of silence ensued. Then the same voice said, “I can’t.”

“Oh, for the love of God . . .” He strode to the door and swung it open, then halted.

There before him stood the very woman who’d brought him here under false pretenses. “It’s you,” he spat.

Though she blinked at the venom in his voice, she stood her ground. “May I please come in, my lord?”

He considered slamming the door in her face, but a deeply ingrained sense of gentlemanly behavior prevented him. Besides, he wanted to hear what she had to say for herself.

With a curt nod, he stood aside to let her pass, taking the opportunity to get a good look at her. He still couldn’t believe she was so young. She couldn’t be more than twenty-five, far too young to be a widow or a paid companion.

And far too attractive, though he hated that he noticed. Despite what everyone thought of him, he did not run after every creature in petticoats. He’d gained his reputation as a rogue in the years when he was determinedly embarrassing his family, and those days were waning.

But the rogue in him wasn’t dead, and it noticed that she had the sort of voluptuous figure he found attractive. She was a bit short for his taste but her evocative features and the red curls she wore scraped into a bun made up for that. Even with her spectacles on, she had the look of a fresh-faced country girl—eyes of a fathomless blue, a broad, sensual mouth, and a smattering of freckles across ivory skin. The odd mix of bluestocking and dairymaid appealed to him.

She dressed well, too. Her gown of green terry velvet was out of fashion and too sumptuous for her station, so since servants’ clothes generally were castoffs from their employers’ wardrobes, it must once have been Mother’s. Given that it fit her like a glove, she was obviously good with a needle.

That would serve her well in her next post, he thought sourly, though he still hadn’t decided if he would dismiss her.

As she set the tray down on a small table by the fire, he snapped, “I suppose you’ve come to beg my pardon.”

She faced him with a steady gaze. “Actually, no.”

“What?” he said, incredulous. “You brought me racing here from London by lying about my mother’s illness—”

“I did not lie,” she protested, though her cheeks grew ruddy. “Granted, she isn’t ill in the conventional sense—”

“Do enlighten me about the unconventional way to be ill. I must have missed that lesson in school.”

At his sarcasm, she tipped up her chin. “Anyone can see that she has been ill with missing you, her only family.”

He let out a harsh laugh. “Has she indeed? I suppose she’s been shedding crocodile tears and weaving a sad story about how I fail to do my duty by her.”

Mrs. Stuart’s pretty blue eyes snapped beneath her spectacles. “On the contrary, whenever we discuss you, she excuses your refusal to visit or answer her letters, not to mention your wanton disregard for—”

“Her well-being? Does she complain of how I treat her?”

The fractious female cast him a mutinous glare. “No.”

That surprised him, though he wasn’t about to let on. “Then there you have it.” He turned toward the writing desk, where sat a decanter of brandy and a glass.

“But I’m not blind,” the woman went on, to his astonishment. “I see how your lack of attention wounds her, and I hear her crying when she thinks no one is near. As your mother, she deserves at least a modicum of attention from you, yet you leave her to pine.”

“My mother doesn’t know the meaning of the word pine.” He fought to ignore the image of his mother crying all alone. “And if she has sent you—”

“She doesn’t know I’m here. She didn’t know I wrote that letter. Actually, she, too, says I should stay out of it.”

Despite his determination to hold firm against his mother’s tactics, that shook him. “You should listen to her.”

“I can’t.” The plaintive words tugged at something he’d buried for countless years. “I wouldn’t be doing my duty to her if I let her suffer pain, whether at the hands of a stranger or those of her own son.” She strode up behind him, her voice heavy with concern. “You can’t expect me to keep quiet when I should do right by her.”

He whirled to fix the woman with a cold glance, but he couldn’t escape her logic. Her loyalty was to his mother, and should be, even though he had hired her. After all, what good was hiring a companion his mother couldn’t trust?

Still, that didn’t mean he had to let her manipulate him. “Doing right by her doesn’t include lying to her family. You said she was dying.”

“No, I said you should come before it was too late.” She pushed her spectacles up. “I’m sorry if you interpreted the words as meaning she might die any moment—”

“Right,” he said dryly. “How could I have made such a leap?”

“But I meant them.” Concern furrowed her lightly freckled brow. “She needs you, and if you put off mending your relationship with her, you will eventually regret it.”

Bloody hell, the woman was stubborn. “That isn’t for you to decide, madam.” Crossing his arms over his chest, he stared her down. “Whatever you expected to accomplish with this stunt hasn’t come to pass, so you should quit trying while you still have a post. I can easily dismiss you for your presumption.”

“I’m aware of that.”

Yet she held her chin firm and her shoulders squared. He’d been right to term her “indomitable” without even having met her. She was one determined woman.

“But some things are worth risking all for,” she added.

“My mother? A woman who didn’t even care that her son was alive until two years ago, when my father died and she could no longer depend on his largesse?”

That seemed to shake her. “You think that this is about money?”

“Of course! She married Father for money, and now that it’s all under my control, she suddenly ‘needs’ me desperately.”

Her gaze locked with his. “If her feelings are as false as you think, why does she have a chest full of your school drawings and papers? Why does she read to me your childhood letters, pointing out your witty turns of phrase and clever observations?” She stepped nearer. “Why does she keep a miniature of you by her bed?”

Her descriptions beat at the stone wall he’d built against his mother. But he couldn’t believe them. He wouldn’t believe them. He wouldn’t let Mother hurt him again.

Clearly Mother had fashioned Mrs. Stuart as a weapon to get what she wanted. The young widow might not even know she was being used, but that didn’t change a damned thing.

He moved close enough to intimidate. “She’s trying to enlist you as an ally in her scheme. And she knows it won’t work unless she can convince you that she is slighted and put upon.”

Mrs. Stuart blinked. Obviously, it was the first time she’d considered the possibility that she was being taken in. “You’re wrong,” she whispered, though she didn’t seem quite so certain. “She’s not like that.”

“You’ve known her for six months,” he ground out. “I’ve known her my entire life. Or at least the part of my life that she—”

He broke off before he could reveal the mortifying truth—that his parents thought so little of him they’d cut him out of their lives. It was none of her affair, no matter what she thought. He didn’t have to explain himself to some paid companion, damn it!

Besides, as meddlesome as Mrs. Stuart had proven to be, she clearly had Mother’s best interests at heart. He didn’t want to dismiss the woman, and he saw no reason to poison her against his mother. He just wanted her to stop making trouble.

He forced some calmness into his tone. “By now you’ve probably gathered that matters between me and my mother aren’t as clear as you think. So I will forget how far you’ve overstepped your bounds, if you’ll agree to keep your opinions to yourself and stay out of my relationship with her in future.”

Though she swallowed hard, she continued to meet his gaze. “I don’t know if I can do that, my lord.”

“Oh, for God’s sake . . .” He dragged his hand over his face. He was tired and hungry and annoyed. The bloody woman was a plague! “What do you want from me, damn it, short of attaching my mother to my side with a tether?”

The image made her start, then give a little smile. It took him by surprise. Until that moment, she’d lived up to his impression of a self-righteous bluestocking, but a sense of humor lurked inside the indomitable Mrs. Stuart. And somehow he’d tickled it.

“You needn’t go to such an extreme,” she said, her eyes twinkling beneath the spectacles. Then she turned earnest again. “But if you could stay here with your mother until Christmas—”

“No.” He remembered only too well his last Christmas at home. The one that he hadn’t realized was to be his last Christmas at home. “That’s impossible.”

He turned away. Perhaps he should dismiss the woman.

But she followed him as he headed for the brandy. “You wouldn’t have to spend much time with her, just have the occasional meal with her. The slightest attention from you would make her happy.”

“You think so, do you?” Pouring himself a healthy portion of brandy, he downed it in one swallow. If ever a woman could drive a man to drink, it was Mrs. Stuart.

“I am sure of it. You could stay at Montcliff Manor as you always do, but even if you merely came to dinner with us every night—”

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” He set down the glass and faced her with a scowl. “You’ll keep plaguing me until I do as you ask or you force me to send you packing.”

That seemed to give her pause, but only for a moment. “I would of course prefer that you not send me packing. But I must speak what I know to be true, sir.” Her voice softened. “And now that I’ve met you, I believe that you have more of a heart than you let on.”

He snorted. “Do you, indeed?”

Then perhaps it was time he dispelled that ridiculous notion. And in doing so, perhaps he could dissuade her from meddling and tormenting him to death, without his having to dismiss her and go to the trouble of hiring another, who might not be as reliable.

He stalked forward, deliberately crowding her space, forcing her to either back up or stand her ground. Not surprisingly, she did the latter, which put him toe to toe with her, looming over her.

“I tell you what, Mrs. Stuart,” he drawled. “I’m already staying here at the dower house until tomorrow. So I’ll attend dinner tonight with you and my mother and try to be civil. But in exchange, I’ll expect some compensation after she retires.”

Her gaze turned wary. “What sort of compensation?”

“Entertainment. The kind I would normally receive in London.” He let his gaze trail leisurely down her body in a way that should illustrate exactly what he was pretending to demand of her. “And I will expect you to provide it.”

AUTHOR:

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PUSH-a-BOOK celebration kick-off with…ME!

No, no, no! I didn’t write the books I’m going to push, but I sure read them!

I know, I know! It’s not time yet, but I just can’t wait! Sabrina Jeffries will be here in couple of days to ‘officially’ kick the celebration off, but I just couldn’t contain my excitement and thought to try to tell you why I’d like to push these… yep, you heard me right! I want you to read THESE  books. I loved the whole damn series!

Reading any book series makes me feel like I am watching [read following/stalking] some great families and characters that these talented authors keep gifting me with. This year I’ve read a few and while I did get to review some of the books, there were some that I missed. Here are those books…

First, if you haven’t read Pamela Clare, than you need to start with this series…The MacKinnon’s Rangers Trilogy. The first one is ‘Surrender, then we have the second one Untamedand the third one was the one that actually made me buy the other two, ‘Defiant.

A few months ago I caught the making of the book trailer for ‘Defiant’ and it so reminded me of one of my all time favorite movies, ‘The Last Of the Mohicans’ with Daniel Day Lewis, that I was sure all three of these would satisfy my craving for a a story that would take me into the world of these men and the time of the French and Indian War here in the United States. Boy was I ever satisfied!

Pamela Clare did an outstanding job painting this time in history for me that it really felt like I was watching a movie. Each story was unique despite the common thread of the enemy who threatened all the brothers. Reading these stories I couldn’t help but notice the painstaking research that author did and I appreciated it as much as the work poured into creating these three men, each character finely drawn and three-dimensional. Every story is filled with heart stopping action, dialogue that at times will have you sigh and laugh all at once and because of the shear talent of the author, she manages to pace every story to perfection. Now, if you haven’t read them yet, get thee to your nearest book store, or better yet, just click on the covers and buy them from Amazon!

Here’s the overview of the series from the authors website:

The MacKinnon’s Rangers Trilogy is set during the conflict known in the United States as the French and Indian War — the war made famous by the film Last of the Mohicans, which starred Daniel Day Lewis. The rest of the world knows this conflict as the Seven Year’s War. As a writer, I’ve always been drawn to pre-Revolutionary American history because of the conflict inherent during this time — human beings against a vast, untamed wilderness, European cultures in conflict with each other and with Native inhabitants. Conflict is, after all, what gives rise to good stories.

The trilogy tells the stories of three brothers — Iain, Morgan and Connor MacKinnon — transplanted Highlanders who came to North America as boys when their father was exiled from Scotland. Raised on the frontier, they know several Indian tongues and count themselves kin to the Mahican Indians of Stockbridge. Having learned how to track, fight, and hunt from their Mahican friends, they’re at home in the wilderness. And this is where their troubles began…

When war breaks out, Lord William Wentworth, grandson of His Majesty King George II, coerces the brothers into fighting for the Crown not as Redcoats, but as Rangers – men whose style of fighting is modeled more after Indian than European warfare.

My research for this series of novels centered around Major Robert Rogers, who is credited with turning the Ranger Corps into one of the most successful military organizations in American history. These men, hardened by frontier life and capable of feats that would be difficult for modern soldiers to duplicate, were the Special Forces of their day. Rogers created the Rules of Ranging that are still, in updated form, utilized by U.S. Army Rangers, a testament to Major Rogers’ genius.

Rogers and his Rangers were stationed at Fort Edward on an island in the middle of the Hudson River south of the doomed Fort William Henry. In my books, Fort Edward and Rogers have been brushed aside and replaced with Fort Elizabeth and MacKinnon’s Rangers. Apart from that, I’ve done my best to be historically accurate to the smallest detail, from the items a Ranger carried in his tumpline pack to the rules that guided him in battle.

I’ve had the good fortune to visit Fort Edward and Rogers Island and to stand where the real Rangers stood. I’ve also visited Fort Ticonderoga, called Fort Carillon by the French, where Major Rogers’ powder horn, and many other Ranger artifacts, are on exhibit. Walking in their footsteps, and visiting the sites of real battles, has only further fueled my imagination.

Each book in the trilogy tells the story of one MacKinnon brother, with the characters repeating from book to book, including the Rangers themselves, a bunch of hearty Scots and stubborn Irish who’ve won my heart. As each brother struggles to win and protect the woman he loves, I explore the history of what is arguably the most significant war in American history, a war that has been called “The War the Made America.”

And now, here’s the reason for me starting to read Pamela Clare books……

For our giveaway today, I would love to know what you think of the book series? Do you like them or not? Why?

We’ll be giving away THREE copies [one each] to THREE of you!

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Delilah and Melanie’s Excellent Adventure!

Just in case some of you haven’t heard, let me tell you…I won this AWESOME contest Delilah Marvelle ran on her Blog for the month of August. My ‘prize’ was to spend a day with her and ever since I found out that I won, I prayed for good weather and not to get sick…well, one out of two ain’t bad. I wasn’t sick, but the weather sucked BIG time! Not that it stopped either one of us to enjoy each other’s company.

We met down town Chicago in front of the Historic Water Tower then went shopping inside the Water Tower Place. After some fun and just sitting around and getting to know each other, Delilah decided that she’ll give me a day of  ‘firsts’, so she led the way to John Hancock Observatory [holy molly that elevator was fast] and while we ‘observed’ the wonderful view down below, the sun came up! We decided to enjoy the view some more and she treated me to lunch [and just BTW, she treated me like a Queen; paid for everything] and by the time we left, the sun decided to go hide, AGAIN!

Next, came another ‘first’ [and don't y'all laugh at me when you hear my next 'first'] and that was a TAXI ride to an undisclosed location…which was my third ‘first’ of the day…a visit to a MUSEUM. LA&M is not your run-of-the-mill museum. This was a very special kind-a-museum and boy did I get an education walking the rooms of this place! Art was…well, it sort of left me speechless as well as breathless…I was so lucky to have Delilah walk me through some of the more…shall we say, interesting rooms and explain some of the …magnificent art on display. I highly recommend this place be visited, for educational purposes, naturally.

As we were leaving the museum, the wonderful young man thought to let us know that the weather has taken a turn from bad to worse, in fact so ‘worse’ that O’Hare Airport had everyone get down to the lower level because of the Tornado warning. We exited the museum and Delilah wanted to know what would I like to do next.

Seeing as how the afternoon was turning into an early evening [and knowing I only have her 'till nine] I thought why not get to Oak Brook shopping mall and visit my favorite bookstore Barnes & Nobles; get some Starbucks and check out some books! Delilah was all for it, so all we need do now is figure out how to GET THERE! Piece a’ cake! Taxi, she suggests, and I go, hey why not take a train! I NEVER took a train, so another ‘first’ off my bucket list would be scratched off, right?! How hard can that be?! You go to the station, buy tickets go in and BOOM! You’re home! Yeah RIGHT!

Why has no one EVER told me how difficult it would be to ‘take ‘a train? I didn’t know we needed to take the ‘red line’ [or was it the 'blue line' first?] then walk to the ‘blue line’ [again, could be vice-versa] and… then walk, oh, about 10-15 blocks [IN A POURING RAIN; thank God Delilah brought an umbrella with her], climb a ‘mountain’ of stairs just to find out that we were too late to catch Metra….At this point, I was huffing and puffing; my  hair was looking like I just got out of the shower; my boots were NOT meant for walking in the rain-they made this swishing sound,  while I tried to keep a pace with Delilah; my paper bag broke with my stuff falling all over the road; at one point I looked around and saw this fenced abandoned lot and thought to myself…Where in the world are we?

And then I happened to spot Delilah’s up-to-her-knees soaked jeans and prayed to God she doesn’t end up with pneumonia…I could see the headlines … FAMOUS ROMANCE AUTHOR KILLED BY HER NUMBER ONE FAN!  And then I looked at her and tried to apologize for the predicament I got us into, just to see those gorges brown eyes laughing and telling me, it’s all good…We’re just having an adventure together! As the dusk was turning into the evening, she takes my arm and points me into the ‘Don’s Grill’ that we could regroup and do what she originally wanted us to do…GET A TAXI!

This was a small little diner, with no one there but the proprietor who introduced himself as Art for Arturo, and who was such a nice man and between the two of them [I was so tiered at this point, I just sat and tried to recharge my batteries; walking 15 blocks I realized I need to get in shape] they ordered a Taxi to take us to my home.

A bit warmed up and with barest of nourishment [Delilah still wanted to take my hubby and I out to dinner] we were having a nice visit with Art and some of his customers that walked in; like the little 10-12 year old boy who emptied his pockets with a ton of change to order a Pepsi. While he kept counting and recounting his change, I caught Delilah motion to Art to put his Pepsi on her. The little guy politely turned to her and thanked her, then slowly slid all the change from the counter into his hand, and then with one more ‘thank you’ he left. I looked at her and all I could think was….I am in awe of this woman. She was such a trooper, and once we finally [it took NINETY minutes for the Taxi to come and get us] arrived at my home, dried off [I got her out of her pants and wet socks]; she visited with my Don while I played the hostess and a bar tender.  It was way past the hour she had planned to stay with me, but this woman is one true energizer bunny and she was ready to go out once again, so we all went out to dinner at our favorite bar. She had some warm Tortilla Soup while Don and I had Pizza; we drank a bit and after couple of hours came back home waiting for her to be picked up. It was a bit before midnight when she left and as soon as she did, it felt like I said goodbye to my sibling and I missed her already!

How can one describe a day filled with genuine ….the best word I can come up with is, comfort. I felt so at ease with her. Her smile is …contagious and she’s witty and sharp; smart as whip. She impressed Don to no end. Trust me; it is very hard to impress my hubby! We talked about our families, our children, her work, my work, our homes, romance community, our childhoods….We touched on so many subjects and yet I forgot to ask her the questions that one of you asked. However, I emailed them to her and here is what she had to say toleahluvsmedieval:

My question is about her characters. Did they all come at once with the story screaming to be told or did they work themselves in as the story unfolded?

Great question!  My stories never come to me all at once.  I get them in pieces.  I unfold who they are and their journey by spending time with them.  To me, they’re like real people.  The more time I spend with them, the more I get to know who they are and what their story is.  I love writing this way, too, because it allows me to experience the characters in the same way my readers are.  I honestly don’t know what my characters are going to do half the time!  lol.

As much as I like to see a trailer based on the author’s take on the characters or story, do you think it may affect how the reader sees the characters?

I think it’s another way of bringing a creative take to the characters and the story by bringing them to life for a few moments.  It’s no different than a movie.  Does a movie change how much you love a book?  No.  Because the story in the book remains the same.  I think the trailer just adds a dimension to something that already exists :)

Do you think by watching the trailers that we are taking our mind’s view away and placing the author’s view in before we ever start reading?

The trailer is meant to piqué the interest of whoever watches it.  It’s a sneak peek into the world I write.  The author’s view is already stamped on the book that is being read the visual aspect is just one more kiss being blown to our favorite people: our readers!

That also means that toleahluvsmedieval has won from us Delilah’s last book in her Rumor series ‘Forever a Lord’ and as soon as it’s out, we’ll be sending it to her [as long as she lets us know which would she prefer, print or eBook].

In the end, I can tell you all that in spite of the bad weather, soaked feet and dripping hair, I was humbled by and thankful to Delilah for finding and gifting me with her time.

I was given an adventure that will be FOREVER in MY HEART [pun intended]!

btb will be Two Years Old!

Is it possible that we’ll be two years old ALREADY?!

This year just went by so quickly, my head’s spinning…Personally, it has been one of those years that brought with it pleasure and pain, sorrow and happiness, but through it all I found out that true friends and family can get you over the most tragic of moments.

I have truly been blessed and the good Lord is still blessing me with so many of you that are still with me, faithfully stopping by, commenting and making me smile. You cannot imagine how good it feels to have you and your support out there. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I love you all!

Well, Krissie and I wondered how we could make this a celebration to remember, and since last year our Hook-a-Book one month-long celebration was such a great hit with not just the readers but the authors as well, we thought why not do something similar, hence the PUSH-A-BOOK one month-long celebration. It will begin on November 1st and here’s the concept.

Throughout the month we’ve invited some of the most hard-working, amazingly creative and way too talented people in the romance community to stop by and help us celebrate. Our invitations were answered with so much enthusiasm that we just might schedule some visits in twos!

SABRINA JEFFRIES will be the one to start us off and preview our upcoming month-long celebration and she’ll be pushing a…not so fast! We need you to come back and find out!

Here’s just a few of the authors that will be coming over… Jade Lee, Delilah Marvelle, Trudy Brasure, Vicky Dreiling, Eileen Dreyer, Donna Cummings, Danelle Harmon, Maureen Driscoll,  Tracey Devlyn, Anna Campbell, Sebastian Cole, Karyn Gerrard, Cecilia Grant, Calisa Rhose, Grace Burrowes, Mia Marlowe, Marilyn Brant, Vanessa Kelly, Louise Allen, Karen Erickson, Shana Galen, Elise Rome, Nicola Cornick, Catherine Kean, Jillian Stone, Saralee Etter, Patricia Rice…and just a few more…

Naturally, there will be giveaways galore and every author will give away one or more copies of the book they’ll be ‘pushing’ [eBooks as well as print] and some of those giveaways will be  open internationally.

Won’t you join our celebration by:

1) Telling us which ‘Book’ would you like to ‘Push’ and why…

2) Subscribing to our Blog…

3) ‘LIKE’ -ing us on our Facebook!

All three are required for a TRIPLE chance to win in the Grand Giveaway!

However, if you’re already a follower and our FB buddy, all you need do is…COMMENT on the upcoming posts and you’re all set to go.