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by Olivia Cunning Did someone say party? I'm definitely in the partying mood. The second book of my Sinners on Tour series, Rock Hard , has finally been released! I didn't think the day would ever arrive. Excuse me while I bask in the glory of its smokin' hot cover. Bask... bask... bask... bask... bask... bask... bask... bask... *wipes drool off chin* Those abs are definitely rock hard.   My, my, my, my, my..... Now about that party. I decided we can't have a Rock Hard launch party without some hard rockin' guests, so I've invited all the guys of Sinners. Sinners is a sensationally popular, fictional rock band and the Sinners on Tour series is about how each of the five sexy rock stars find love. The first book, Backstage Pass , is about lead guitarist, Brian Sinclair. The new one,  Rock Hard, is the second book in the series. Our guest of honor is lead singer of Sinners, Sedric Lionheart. You can call him Sed. Don't let th...

Witches Rule – Demons Drool Welcome to my launch party! A lot of readers ask if this is a new series. Yes. And no. The witches are still going strong, there’s just a new direction. Now more urban fantasy and even sexier and hotter. Readers first met Maggie at the end of Hex in High Heels when she arrived to pick up an errant troll. Now the team leader for the Hellion Guard is going strong dealing with a Mayan curse and ritual sacrifice meant to return the demon the Destroyer back to the mortal world to take over, Declan, a super sexy half fire demon who runs an underground club, and your typical teenage girl complete with snark, rolling eyes, and sneer. I’ve always said that I don’t want the witches to have it too easy. Good thing that Maggie is badass enough to do it all and more. But she doesn’t do it alone. Her trusty sidekick, Elle, a diamond encrusted black widow spider, is there to watch her back. And Elle has her own quest. She spends her free time in her web surfing the World ...

by Carolyn Brown Look in Webster's Dictionary and you will NOT see a picture of Carolyn Brown beside the word procrastination. When I have a deadline or when there's a virtual blog month coming up, I'm on it like a gossip on a juicy story. So no one can ever say that I procrastinate. Don't even like the word. It sounds like something Granny would have washed my mouth out with soap if she even overhead me whispering it. The reason I don't procrastinate is because if I don't reach my goals then I can't sleep and insomnia is a far worse demon than just getting things done. With that said, this blog could end right here. So blog is done, right? WRONG!! I might get the queen's pretty sparkly crown for getting my writing done. But when I really, really did one of those inner searches (don't you hate that niggling little inner voice that tells the truth) I found out that ugly word had set up shop and the APC (Anti-Procrastination Committee) was already a...

When I started thinking of ways to pamper myself or indulge myself, I kept coming up against the same road block--I have too many responsibilities to think about just me. I can't even remember a time when I wasn't the responsible one. I really can't complain, because I love my life and all of the craziness. While I wish my Mom's health wasn't quite so fragile, she's still a part of my life--although I have to work hard to remember that fact when she's driving me crazy, remembering items she forgot to add to the grocery list on Tuesday mornings, when I take her shopping on Mondays! We have three wonderful children that we are so proud of, but as any parent knows the job is 24/7, and does not end when your children turn 18--or even 21! Their problems are far more intense now that they are all in their mid to late twenties. Our family is very close, and our three darlings do turn to us for advice (not that they listen LOL!) and for help, if they need it.;) No...

by Joanne Kennedy Today is the day! April 1st is the official release date for Cowboy Fever . I love all my books. Saying one is better than the other is like picking a favorite child -- you just can't do it. Each one has its unique traits and holds a special place in your heart. But I have to admit that Cowboy Fever is that special, overachieving child who's especially easy to love. For one thing, Teague Treadwell is my sexiest hero yet. He's determined to be a better man than his alcoholic father, but his tendency to solve his problems with his fists made him the town bad boy. He's done his best to step out of the shadow of his bad reputation and make himself worthy of the town's golden girl, but small town labels tend to stick. And then there's Jodi Brand, the quintessential cowgirl. A former rodeo queen, she's trying to reinvent herself too - but while Teague is trying to polish his image, she's doing her best to dull hers down. All she wants is to...

It's official SIN AND SATISFACTION THURSDAY otherwise known as 'eat your weight in chocolate' day. THE LEGEND OF MICHAEL releases May 1 and the tag line is HE IS SIN AND SATISFACTION, LUST AND DAMNATION. Well -- there is something else that has come to define LUST AND DAMNATION to me this past 10 days.... Yes these little chocolate puppies have become my DAMNATION. I just sat here while THINKING about what to write on this blog and ate 75% of the bag. Well according to the bag that is 180 calories x 5.....CRINGE. And by the way -- this is an inspirational post -- just in case you missed the obvious tone. YES I SAY! INSPIRATIONAL. Why? Because this way if YOU celebrate today's special EAT YOUR WEIGHT IN CHOCOLATE day you now know you are not alone. And if you didn't/or don't, then you now know you have more willpower than at least one person -- that person being ME! I do have to say-- the chocolate inside those Cadbury eggs is just yummy. REALLY yummy. YES...I...

I love sleep. Probably because like most working moms, I don't get enough of it. It's the ultimate alone time. Like many of you, I'm a mom, wife, writer and employee-at-insert-job-here. Between work, kids, husband, house, laundry, dogs, bird, writing, editing...there are only so many hours in the day to get it all done. Very often, sleep is the thing that gets cut short. Sleeping at night for a nice long eight hour stretch is fantastic. The only thing that trumps that is the Sunday afternoon nap. I never used to be able to nap. You know... before I had kids. HA! Not anymore. I used to make fun of my father for taking catnaps. Clearly, God has a sense of humor because these days I daydream of napping. Naps. Now they are the ultimate indulgence for me. Laying on the sofa, curled up under my coziest blanket and falling asleep to a great old movie. ( Dirty Dancing anyone?) Yes, that quiet nap time with no interruptions . You know the ones I mean. Questions like.... What time...

Indulging myself is easy—a good book; a quarter pound of sprouted almonds covered in double dark German chocolate consumed one at a time; a sleep-in day in the middle of the week; a bouquet of flowers; a good dessert after a meal with a friend. Pampering myself, however, is foreign to my nature in the typical sense. I don’t want anybody fussing with my hair, skin, fingernails or toenails. I have restless leg syndrome too severely to permit me to enjoy a massage. I do not enjoy shopping for anything except books and horses (and really good chocolate covered almonds). I do not own a DVD player so an Austen marathon is out (though Colin, I do miss you). If I belonged to a gym, then lingering in the sauna might appeal, except the last gym I joined left me with tennis elbow, plantar fasciitis, thrush, athlete’s foot and the certain conviction—as God is my witness, Katie Scarlett—I will never join another gym. But I do have some guilty ...

As a wife, a mother and a self-employed writer, the concept of indulgence is an interesting one.I've been a writer for years, lucky enough to be paid to do it, but there never seems to be enough time to really indulge myself in something completely frivolous. Even though I work at home, I treat my writing as I would a regular office job, with the exception that I don't leave the house and I can do it in my robe. I take two breaks, one for breakfast and one for lunch, unless it's my run day then I break for a run mid-morning. I don't consider my run an indulgence. I do some of my best plotting on a sunny day in my sneakers plodding along the creek trail. Besides, sitting all day, I really need that exercise. (And I need to offset my Junior Mint addiction.) By 4:30, I leave my home office and take my work downstairs to my laptop, where I watch the Food Network for an hour and indulge my fantasy that maybe someday I'll actually be a good cook. One of my favorite ...