Friday, February 17, 2017

Introducing SAVING MERCY

Hello Everyone!

I'd like to introduce you to my newest novel SAVING MERCY.

A little bit about SAVING MERCY...



He’s found her at last…

Cain Killion knows himself to be a damaged man. His only redeeming quality? The extrasensory connection to blood that he uses to catch killers. His latest case takes a macabre turn when he discovers a familiar and haunting symbol linking the crime to his horrific past—and the one woman who might understand what it means.

Only to lose her to a nightmare


Mercy Ledger is brave, resilient, beautiful—and in terrible danger. The moment Cain finds her the line between good and evil blurs and the only thing clear to them is that they belong together. Love is the antidote for blood—but is their bond strong enough to overcome the madness that stalks them?




My Favorite Thing about SAVING MERCY...

Cain Killion.

He's the son of a serial killer who falls for his father's only surviving victim. 







Abbie Roads writes dark emotional novels, but always gives her hero and heroine a happy ending... after torturing them for three hundred pages. Her novels RACE THE DARKNESS and HUNT THE DAWN are available now. Be sure pre-order SAVING MERCY.

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Thursday, February 16, 2017

The Island of Misfit Dogs

The Island of Misfit Dogs



While researching my Rocky Mountain K9 Unit series, I was impressed with the talented, real-life K9s working alongside law enforcement officers. It’s amazing what these brave dogs can do.

Photo courtesy of the Rochester Minnesota Police K9 Unit



Here on the Island of Misfit Dogs (i.e. my house), things are…well, a bit different.


Roadie and Wiley are Australian Shepherds. Thinking that they should be allowed to do what their breed was meant to do, I signed up for herding lessons. I quickly discovered that they were not interested in herding sheep. Or goats. Or anything, really. These lessons ended when Roadie, the poster child for canine ADHD, turned away from the sheep to follow a butterfly. Not even a squirrel. A butterfly. Sigh.



Cam, on the other hand, is a Great Pyrenees/Anatolian Shepherd cross. Her ancestors were livestock guardians, bred to hang out with the flock or herd and protect the livestock from predators. At my house, as soon as the coyotes start yipping in the distance, Cam runs inside the house and hides.


It’s not as if my dogs don’t have their own talents. Wiley’s a whiz at obedience, and Roadie kicks some furry butt in agility class. Cam… Well, Cam’s really good at digging holes and taking naps and rolling around in the dirt after a bath.


Sure, they might not herd or guard or be able to detect the twenty-one components of explosives or the faintest trace of cocaine, but they’re good dogs (especially while sleeping).



The first book in my Rocky Mountain K9 Unit series
Available June 6th, 2017



He lost his mentor.
He lost his K9 partner.
He almost lost his will to live.
But when a ruthless killer targets a woman on the run, Theo and his new K9 companion will do whatever it takes to survive—and save the woman neither can live without.

Grieving the death of his partner, Theo Bosco has no room in his life for distractions. Though his instincts scream that he should avoid Juliet ‘Jules’ Jackson, he can’t seem to stay away. It doesn’t help that Theo’s new K9 companion has fallen head over paws with Jules’s rambunctious family.

Or that when he’s with her, Theo finally knows peace.

When Jules rescued her siblings, whisking them away to the safety of the beautifully rugged Colorado Rockies, she never expected to catch the eye—or the heart—of a cop. Yet as Jules struggles to fight her growing attraction to the brooding K9 officer, another threat lurks much closer to home…

And this time, there’s no escape.

“I love Ruggle’s characters. They’re sharply drawn, and vividly alive. These are wonderful escapist books.”—Charlaine Harris, #1 New York Times Bestselling author of the Sookie Stackhouse series


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Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Learning History from Fiction (by Asa Maria Bradley)

Désirée Clary
by François Gérard (1810)
Like many writers, I have always been a voracious reader. Luckily, my mom is also a book addict and happily enabled her daughters addiction.

My favorite stories were about human connection. Relationships between siblings, strangers, and soul mates fascinated me equally. I don’t remember the first romance novel I read, but I do remember shocking my Swedish seventh-grade history teacher by my extensive historical knowledge of how the current ruling family of Sweden was founded. All the kids in my class knew the event took place in 1818 by a French general named Jean Baptiste Jules Bernadotte.  And that he changed his name to Charles XIV John when he was elected heir presumptive to the Swedish throne. (The royal family was dying out because of too much inbreeding. Seriously!) We learned those details from our textbook.

But I was the only student who rambled on about King Bernadotte's queen, Desideria, and the challenges she faced when she first arrived at the Swedish court. I knew she’d once been the fiancée of Napoleon Bonaparte and that her real name was Bernadine Eugénie  Désirée Clary. I knew she was heartbroken when she had to leave Paris and go live in the cold north. I knew she found her new country chilly both in terms of the climate and the court’s opinion of her.

My extensive historical research came from only one book. In my mom’s library, I’d discovered Désirée by Anne Selinko. This 1952 melodramatic historical romance chronicles Désirée’s many tragic love affairs and unjust treatment by her indifferent husband and the snobbishness of the Swedish court. Although very one-sided, completely from the perspective of the queen, I ate it up. I didn’t even mind that the book was published twenty years before I was born.

If the melodramatic early teen-aged version of myself hadn’t sympathized with the Désirée character in Anne Selinko’s book, I’d remember as much about Charles XIV John’s reign as I do the other kings’ history that we covered in class that year—nothing. Not because I don’t like history—I do—and not because I had a bad teacher—my history instructor was my favorite and very good at his job. I just didn’t connect with the dull rendition of biographical details of the characters in my history book.

That’s why I read and write romance. I love the human struggle of the characters on the page and how readers connect and relate to the people in a novel. Without that connection, there is no story for me and the book won’t hold my interest. On the flip side, when I fall in love with a character and a plot, I’m likely to ramble on about it to my teacher in history class, to strangers in the grocery store check-out line, and apparently—decades later—to distinguished readers of a blog dedicated to writing romance. :-)

Do you have a favorite historical figure that you've read a fiction-based-on-real-facts novel about?

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Asa Maria Bradley grew up in Sweden surrounded by archaeology and history steeped in Norse mythology, which inspired her sexy modern-day Viking series. She now lives in the Pacific Northwest with a British husband and a rescue dog of indeterminate breed. Booklist attributed her writing with “nonstop action, satisfying romantic encounters, and intriguing world building.” Her debut book, Viking Warrior Rising, was a 2016 double RITA finalist and the follow-up, Viking Warrior Rebel, is an RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice Award Nominee.
Visit her at www.AsaMariaBradley.com, follow her on Twitter @AsaMariaBradley, or connect with her on www.facebook.com/AsaMariaBradley.Author.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Happy Valentine's Day from Sourcebooks Casablanca Authors



Our Valentine's Wishes for You

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A GREAT Giveaway (details below)




A copy of an audible book for three winners chosen from three commenters.~~ Terry Spear, www.terryspear.com




There are various theories about the origins of Valentine’s Day. One I like associates it with the Roman fertility festival Lupercalia. Legend says that, during this holiday, young Roman women put their names in a big urn. The city’s bachelors picked out a name, and the two were paired up for a year, often ending in a wedding. A marriage lottery -- sounds like a romance series to me.  Jane Ashford



We celebrate Valentine's Day as the "Love Holiday" yet it has this love-hate thing going. Too many expectations? Enjoy these two memes (they crack me up!) ~ Gina Conkle




Greetings, everyone! Ashlyn Chase, here...
I love Valentine's Day. But then again, I love love! That's why I write romance. In a world that desperately needs a big dose of love, I'm proud to be a Sourcebooks Casablanca author.
My 3rd book in the Boston Dragons series just went up for preorder! I created a universal link, so you can find it at your favorite online store. It will be on the brick and mortar bookstore shelves this summer. http://www.books2read/NeverDareaDragon And...as usual, Sourcebooks created the most gorgeous cover! Try not to drool on your keyboard!
While I'm here...let me make sure you've heard about our new romance reader/author conference in New England, during peak foliage season! Check out the pics form last year and all the info here: http://www.fallinlovewithnewengland.com
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! I wish you love, laughter, and heartwarming stories!


Happy Valentine's from Asa Maria Bradley!
Hope you find many, many sexy book boyfriends to spend the day with. Here's one more who wants to celebrate with you!



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 Happy Valentine's Day from Kasey Lane


To celebrate my debut, Beautiful Crazy, and my upcoming second chance love story, Beautiful Mess,  I'm giving away a $20 Amazon gift card and a signed copy of Beautiful Crazy to a newsletter subscriber.



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Monday, February 13, 2017

Time for a Respite?


The world seems particularly challenging these days, with a lot of arguing, on the Internet and elsewhere. I believe in lively and open debate. But now and then, I find I need a respite. So as Julie Andrews said in The Sound of Music, here are a few of my favorite things.

Happy kittens. I will never tire of these, my friends.


A frothy movie. Have you seen La La Land? Songs, dancing, a poignant love story.


Lemon tarts. Need I elaborate?


Good friends. They can make all the difference.

And of course, books. I’ve been re-reading some old favorites lately, which is always comforting. My own stories are designed as a getaway to Regency England, with a happy ending you can count on. I’m so glad readers are finding my most recent one, Lord Sebastian’s Secret, funny. Night Owl Reviews said it had “delightful twists and turns and that it left me with a gigantic smile on my face.” That’s what I’m talking about!
Remember to take care of yourselves.

Friday, February 10, 2017

Orphans! Who Doesn't Love a Good Orphan Story?

For a short time when I was a kid, I wondered if I really belonged with my family. Okay, sometimes, I still wonder but now I have good reasons. My family... don't get me started.
I'm the little one on the right.

But as a young child, I fantasized that maybe, it was possible, that I was a fairy princess accidentally abandoned in a flower field and discovered by the mortals now raising me as their own.
With Grandma, and my older sister. Still waiting for those powers to kick in.

Unfortunately, appearances were too hard to deny. I have my dad's crooked smile and my mom's chin, and look enough like my older sister to be mistaken for her. I had to face the facts that I was where I belonged, a mere mortal, and my magical powers weren't simply lying dormant until I came of age. Darn!

But the idea of the orphan heroine still appeals to me. One of my early favorites was Sarah Crewe in Frances Hodgson Burnett's A Little Princess, an early influence in what became my Edwardian set Thornbrook Park.

I fell in love with Jane Eyre on first reading, at age ten. I still love Jane enough that I wrote Jane Slayre once the mash-up craze took off following Seth Grahame-Smith's Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. But of course, the idea behind PP & Z actually came from Quirk Books publisher Jason Rekulak (featured in the New York Times the other day with a shout out to Jane Slayre, yay!).

And of course, the Harry Potter series. An orphan, with magic! Be still my heart.

Yes, I love a good orphan story. How about you? Do you love orphans? Or maybe you prefer arranged marriages? Kidnapping? Damsels saving guys from distress? What are your favorite romance tropes? 

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Kari Lynn Dell's Tangled in Texas is out now!

“Look out, world! There’s a new cowboy in town.” – Carolyn Brown, NYT Bestselling author
Tangled in Texas, book two in Kari Lynn Dell’s Texas Rodeo series, is out now! You can buy it on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBooks and more, but we wanted to share an excerpt with you.

An unearthly screech sent Fudge wheeling away, snorting in alarm. There was a shouted curse, followed by a series of thuds from inside the barn. Heart thumping, Tori jogged across the yard, cut around the back corner of the barn and slammed into a hard male body.

He stumbled backward. “Ouch! Shit!”

“Delon?” She shook her head, dazed by the collision. “What were you doing in my barn?”

His hair stuck up in tufts on one side and his jeans were unbuttoned, gaping open. One ear bud dangled loose. He cast a baleful glare at the barn. “I went in there to take a leak and something jumped me.”

Oh, hell. Tori reached inside the door and flicked on the light. Sure enough, a pair of malevolent eyes gleamed from under the hay manger.

“What is wrong with you?” Tori demanded.

The cat curled a paw and gave it an insolent lick.

“What is it?” Delon asked.

She switched off the light. “A cat.”

“Like…a bobcat?”

“Like Garfield,” she said. “Only with homicidal tendencies.”

Delon brows lowered. “And you own this thing because…”

“Pest control.” She let her gaze slide down to his waist. “You might want to close up shop.”

He muttered another curse and wheeled around. As he bowed his head to zip and button, she saw the punctures on the side of his neck. Damn and double damn. The hellcat had drawn blood. She stepped close, lifting her hand just as Delon turned around. They came face to face, nose to nose. Surprise made her suck in a breath—and a lungful of warm, healthy man. Clean and spicy, with a chaser of engine grease, a combination so uniquely Delon it made her head spin.

She should have stepped back. Instead, she touched his neck, feeling the sharp rap of his heartbeat under her fingers. “You’re bleeding.”

“It smarts.”

He raised his hand to cover hers. For a long moment they stood, locked in place, as tension revved like an engine from a low hum to a scream. She’d had her hands on him dozens of times at the clinic while she put him through his paces. Why should this be so different? But she felt the matching catch in his pulse, saw the heat build in his eyes. They were so close, and so alone, in this alley between the barn and the arena where no one could see. One step and Delon could have her pressed up against the wall, the way he’d done the night he showed up fresh off a win at San Antonio, so fired up they barely got the front door closed…

She jerked her hand free and stepped back. He stared at her for a beat, his rumpled hair falling over his forehead, those amazing eyes dark in a way they hadn’t been back then. Full of shadows and storms—and desire. Current, or remembered? Best not to wonder.

“Why are you here?” she asked.

“Fixing your tractor, remember?”

She gave an impatient shake of her head. “You said you’d send a mechanic.”

“I did.” He spread his hands to say Here I am, and the gleam in his eyes sharpened, as if he sensed 
how her body clenched at the view. “As long as you’re here, you can give me a hand.”

Her mind slipped again, into the quicksand of memories. Oh, she’d given him a hand, all right. And a mouth. And…she ground her teeth, irritated. Damn him, invading her space this way. She wouldn’t have accepted the offer if she’d known he planned to do it himself.

He paused at the door to the arena and glanced over his shoulder as he tucked the ear buds into his pocket. “Coming?”

Not lately, her body whispered. But if you’ve got a few minutes…

Kari Lynn Dell is a ranch-raised Montana cowgirl who attended her first rodeo at two weeks old and has existed in a state of horse-induced poverty ever since. She lives on the Blackfeet Reservation in her parents' bunkhouse along with her husband, her son, and Max the Cowdog, with a tipi on her lawn, Glacier National Park on her doorstep and Canada within spitting distance. Her debut novel, The Long Ride Home, was published in 2015. She also writes a ranch and rodeo humor column for several regional newspapers and a national agricultural publication.

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

An excerpt from Mary Wine's Highland Vixen

Yesterday saw the publication of Mary Wine's second Highland Weddings book, Highland Vixen. We're excited to share an excerpt from the book to celebrate!

EXCERPT

She was not afraid of him.

At least, Helen had told herself so a hundred times over, and had even made certain to tell Marcus MacPherson the same when he was glowering down at her.

Yet, the truth was, she was running from him, and that bit of truth left her cheeks warm from temper. She snorted, finally pleased with some part of her circumstances. Standing in the rain, looking out over a deserted moor, she needed any way to warm herself, even being disgruntled. Her fingers were frozen, and beggars couldn’t be choosers, after all.

“Having second thoughts, Helen?”

Helen turned to look at Brenda Grant. “No, simply enjoying a view that does no’ include MacPherson Castle.”

“Ye were there a long time.” Brenda spoke softly, her tone hinting that she wasn’t convinced by Helen’s answer. “Long enough to consider it home.”

Helen shook her head. “It is no’ me home—that’s why I left with ye.” She felt something tugging at her heart but was determined to resist naming it. She’d made the choice to leave, so there would be no dwelling on anything left behind.

One of the Grant retainers burst out laughing. He was sitting with his comrades farther up the hillside from them in front of a fire. The men had built a crude shelter for the women before withdrawing to what was likely thought to be a respectable distance to preserve their good names. In the middle of the wilderness, it seemed ridiculous.

Brenda let out a sigh. “No’ that I am one to offer advice on men. Me own circumstances are a mess, to be sure.”

She patted the length of wool next to her. “Sit down, Helen, I am nae yer mistress. Share the shelter with me.”

“I’ve no quarrel with me circumstances,” Helen responded. “I am grateful.”

Brenda’s face contorted with disgust. “Oh aye, we are both reduced to being grateful for having to 
run like a pair of rabbits from the places that should have been our homes. Men have no kindness in them.”

Helen settled down next to Brenda.

“Do ye think they know we’re gone?” Brenda asked.

“I hope no’. The longer they think we’re in the chamber with Ailis, the better.”

Brenda looked toward her. “Ye think Marcus will come after ye?”

“Nay, he has too much pride. The man is War Chief of the MacPhersons,” Helen answered. “I worry they will come after ye, because returning ye to Grant land would gain them good favor.”

Brenda was the niece of the current laird of the Grants, and she was a rare beauty. Laird Grant had arranged a second marriage for her, and she’d run before being forced to the altar.

“That is all we are to men in the end. A tool to be utilized,” Brenda said. “Ailis is fortunate to have Bhaic’s love.”

“She is,” Helen agreed as the rain increased and they both drew their feet up.

Brenda’s words were haunting. Helen heard them well into the dark hours of the night, likely because the fairies and other night creatures enjoyed tormenting her by reminding her of her lot. Her simple life had shattered the moment she met Marcus MacPherson. He’d plucked her from her happy home as easily as he might a flower.

But she would not be broken, would not wither. No, she was going to find a way to regain control of her fate. So she’d left MacPherson Castle dressed as Brenda’s serving woman. For sure, many would tell her it was reckless to venture out with so few men, but her alternative was to remain inside the castle and wait for Marcus to force a marriage on her.

She shifted in her sleep, the memory rising in full color. Marcus had lined up his men and offered her as a bride to them. To settle her into her life, he’d said. Well, she’d have none of it. Nor was she going to think about the way the man had decided to fight over her before one and all, as though he’d offered her even a single kind word that might have made her inclined to accept him. Damn him. He was her captor. She wouldn’t be forgetting that.


Ever.

ABOUT THE BOOK

Fierce Highland war chief seeks comely lass for fun, frolic, and marriage

Marcus MacPherson is every inch the fearsome Highlander. He’s used to men averting their eyes and women cowering before him. He thinks he’ll eventually settle down with a nice, obedient bride. Instead, he gets Helen Grant… Stubborn as the day is long, fearless and dedicated to raising as much hell as possible, Helen is definitely going to challenge Marcus. And challenge him some more. And then some.

It’s anyone’s guess who’ll win this battle of the heart…

Acclaimed author Mary Wine has written over 30 works of Scottish Highland romance, romantic suspense and erotic romance. An avid history-buff and historical costumer, she and her family enjoy participating in historical reenactments. Mary lives in Yorba Linda, California with her husband and two sons. Website | Goodreads | Facebook

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