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Tuesday, February 16, 2021

Spreading the Word: Spicetopia Series, Book 1 | #BookReview #PhoebeAlexander

Format Jess Read This Novel In: Kindle Edition
File Size: 2746 KB | Print Length: 238 pages
Publication Date: September 24, 2019
Publisher: Mountains Wanted Publishing
ASIN: B07YCMBSFQ | Language: English
Main Genre(s): Contemporary Romance, Billionaire Romance, Romantic Comedy
Jess Obtained This Book Through: Amazon


"Sugar & Spice" [Spicetopia Series, Book 1] by Phoebe Alexander

Author's Book Description : A billionaire undercover boss.
A single mom who’s totally off limits.
Temptation never looked so sweet...


Cy Sweet has always been the black sheep of his family, which is probably why he was chosen to go Undercover Boss in Sweetopia, his family’s theme park. Enticed by his father’s bribe, he dons an apron to serve pastries in Cotton Candy Castle, one of the park’s most popular attractions.

He’s tempted to blow his cover when he meets The Red Velvet Queen. Sure, she’s a costumed character and the jewels in her crown are fake, but she’s absolutely breathtaking. His desire only grows when he invents a baker’s dozen reasons to visit her every day…enough visits to discover her sweetness comes with a side of spice.

But they’re both in disguise. The Queen is actually single mom Jolie Cox, who relentlessly struggles to make a living for herself and her sons. And Cy is actually her boss, not to mention heir to the corporate empire she despises.

What will happen when their identities are finally unmasked?

Sugar & Spice is Book 1 of the Spicetopia Series. Though the series can be read in any order, here is the preferred reading order:
Book 1: Sugar & Spice (Cy and Jolie's story)
Book 2: Virtue & Vice (Moon and Katja's story)
Book 3: Fire & Ice (Neve and Enya’s story)
Book 4: Naughty & Nice (Micah and Natalie’s story)
Book 5: Dares & Dice (Tyler and Makenna's story)
Book 6: Loyalty & Lies (Calvin and Paisley's story -- crossover with Eastern Shore Swingers Series)


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My Book Review : DNF. This is another book that I picked up for FREE during the holidays and had hopes of enjoying it. Yet, at this time

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Entangled Ignite & Select Suspense Shooting Gallery Booth at Entangled Publishing's Summer Carnival | Blog Tour, Guest Post, Spreading the Word & GC Giveaway


Welcome to the Ignite and Select Suspense Shooting Gallery Booth! Authors Mari Manning, Christina Elle, Avery Flynn, and Julie Castle each wrote an original scene featuring new or existing characters at the shooting gallery at a summer carnival.. We hope you enjoy them, and don’t forget to enter the giveaway and grab your copies of the books below! [Blog Tour will run from August 5 – 14, 2016 & Giveaway will run until August 15, 2016]



Summer Carnival-Ignite & Select Suspense Scenes Featuring Mari Manning, Christina Elle, Avery Flynn, and Julie Castle

~ "Shooting Blue-Eyed Ducks" By: Mari Manning ~

“Go again, McCaffrey?”
Thomasina Lind turned to the man standing next to her at the Shoot ‘Em Up booth. The Zapata Texas County Fair surrounded them with sounds of laughter and tinny music, and the smells of popcorn and hot dogs. The evening air was thick and humid.
Jake McCaffrey looked down at her, and a half-smile—a friendly, but far from intimate half-smile—tugged at his mouth. “Until we have a winner,” he said. “Course, we already know who that will be.”
“You are every kind of fool if you believe that.” She tried to smile past the squeeze of her heart.
He tilted his head and frowned. “You just swallow a horsefly?”
“What?” Jeez.
“You heard me.”
“No.” She lifted her long, thick hair off her neck. “I’m just a little hot.”
For a split second his gaze dropped from her face, sweeping down her body, then it was back. “There’s hot, then there’s hot.”
Was that an interested look? “What?”
“That horsefly must’ve bit your tongue.”
She opened her mouth, then shut it when she realized she was about to say ‘what?’ again.
This was not going well. Not well at all. Jake McCaffrey was her best friend. They’d been part of a group of friends in college, and when they ended up in the same town, well, it seemed natural to hang out together. Except Jake had grown on her until every time she saw him, her mouth would sort of water, and she couldn’t keep her eyes off his wide mouth and baby blues, his mile-wide shoulders, his—
“Seriously, Tommie. Are you okay?”
“No. I mean, yes. I’m okay. I just, uh, I just wanted to tell you something.”
“Shoot.” He grinned at his bad pun.
She glanced around. The old geezer in the booth stared at her, and the two girls behind Jake giggled. “Not right here.”
“What is going on? Are you sick?” He leaned into her.
The warmth of his body and woodsy scent of his aftershave filled her with a sweet-sad feeling because she wanted him and he wasn’t hers. Maybe he never would be. But there was only one way to find out. The hard way.
She wanted to holler at him, “Look at me, Jake McCaffrey. Really look at me. I’m a goddamn woman.” Just get it all out. The bottled-up feelings, the tingling desire to touch his skin, the need to be in his arms. But she lost her nerve. Instead she said, “Sometimes I feel like we’re more than friends.” Her heart was banging in her chest, and she almost gagged on the word ‘more’.
Surprise flashed in his eyes, then the light changed to recognition. He knew what she was saying. He tugged on his Stetson, and his handsome face fell into shadow. “Let’s see what you got.”
She couldn’t help herself. “What?”
He lifted his gun. “Best shot gets to ask any question he—or she—wants, and the loser has to tell the truth. Straight up. Deal?”
Confused, she sought his gaze, but in the shade of his hat, his eyes appeared dark and unfamiliar. She turned away and lifted her gun. What choice did she have? She’d gone this far. Their friendship was already damaged because he knew.
“Ladies first.”
“Thanks.” She slid the word between them, cutting the tension with sharp sarcasm. And sounding normal. Almost.
A Texas girl born and bred. She’d been shooting since she was eight. She lifted her gun. It felt familiar, and her nerves settled. The red and yellow ducks paraded across the target. A blue-eyed yellow duck emerged. Bang. Duck one. This was fun. She waited for another blue-eyed duck. Followed it in her sites. Bang. Duck two.
One more to go. Should she send a message? Just because I want you doesn’t mean you can mess with me. Yeah. Definitely. She waited. Three brown-eyed ducks, one green, then the blue was back. She felt full of life and optimism. She pulled the trigger. Bang. Duck three—gone.
She looked up at Jake and shrugged.
“Seems like you got something going for those poor blue-eyed critters.” The half-smiled tugged at his lips, and she wanted to lasso the world for him.
“Seems like I do. Your turn.”
He lifted his gun. “Maybe I should take out the brown-eyed ones.”
Well, at least he’d noticed the color of her eyes. “Shouldn’t be hard. There’s more of them.”
He chuckled, then shot a blue-eyed duck. “Dang.” But he didn’t sound sorry. He tightened his stance and shot again. Another blue-eyed duck went down.
One more. Whether he hit the next duck or the contest went on for a few more rounds, truth time was close. Sweat dampened her shirt, and dust dried in her throat. She was sorry she started this. They were friends. It was better than nothing, wasn’t it?
“If it’s a draw, let’s just leave it,” she said. “Besides the show is starting soon.”
He didn’t even look at her. “Bullshit.” Then he shot. A red duck dropped.
So did her jaw. He lost. Jake lost.
He set down his gun and turned to her. “Ask me anything.”
Stunned, she backed up a step. She’d expected to do the explaining. But now. It was yes or no, and he got to decide.
His hand slid over her arm, and he guided her around the side of the booth. Beside her, the ping, ping, ping of the shooting gallery seemed like it was a million miles away. She glanced up expecting sympathy or uncertainty. But his expression was closed.
“I don’t know if you’ve…I mean I wondered if…Have you ever considered…” Her cheeks began to burn.
He shifted. “That’s what I thought you meant.” Then he bent and cupped her face, tilting her mouth up to his. His baby blues shone softly.
One long, slow, sweet kiss later, he said, “Yes.”

~ By: Christina Elle ~

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Samantha Harper gazed at Ash Cooper with defiant blue eyes and a hand planted firmly on her hip. He’d grown accustomed to that look in the short time they’d known each other. It meant that an argument was on its way.
“When you said let’s practice, I didn’t realize you meant with guns that don’t shoot bullets.”
Well, yeah. With her aim and accuracy, the no bullets part was the biggest appeal.
They stood in the middle of St. Stanislaus Church parking lot, where a carnival had been erected to help raise money for a mission trip to Honduras. There wasn’t much wind in the middle of July in Baltimore, which added to the muggy and stifling air quality. A shocking amount of people turned out given the high temperature and humidity. It was the kind of day that when you stepped outside you walked through a wall of moisture.
A thick sheen of sweat soaked the back of Ash’s grey T-shirt, his boxer briefs were suctioned against his skin, and his flip-flops squeaked when he walked. If he was going to be this hot and sweaty, he’d much rather it be for a more physical and private reason.
But he’d promised to help her get better at shooting so she could pass the police entrance exam, and that’s what he was going to do.
Without bullets.
“You need help handling a gun,” he said, gesturing to the Shoot ‘Em Up booth. “And this is the best way to do that without all the pressure of a real weapon.”
She opened her mouth, most likely to rebut since that was one of the only things she did know how to do, but must have agreed with his logic because she snapped it closed.
“Well, yeah,” she said, “but where’s the sense of danger in shooting water into a clown’s mouth?” She pointed to the painted face with open mouth about ten feet away that had seen better days.
Again. Kinda the point. If she missed with these guns he’d only go home slightly wetter than he was right now. But with the other kind of gun? He shuddered thinking about the damage to his favorite organs.
There was enough distraction today because of her attire. No need to add anymore with the use of real ammo.
Sam was in one of her tank tops with thin straps. The kind that did wonders at warming his already heated blood. The damn woman was a nuisance and a burden on his common sense. The top of her shirt danced on the cusp of showing just enough cleavage to tease him without taunting him, but tight enough to show off her small, perky breasts. It was one of the reasons he’d suggested they get out of the house in the first place. His row home, which was next door to hers off 19th Street, was much too small with her staring at him in that thin fabric.
They’d been arguing again about her insistence to help him and his DEA teammates find a dangerous drug lord. He’d told her to stay the hell away. She’d told him to go to hell. He was ready to either strangle her or screw her senseless. Since his DEA Regional Director wouldn’t approve of either option, the only alternative was getting out and being around other people.
Still didn’t extinguish his desire. In fact, it heightened it. He kept glancing around the carnival and fantasizing about all the dark places they could sneak into for a few hot interludes together.
He shook his head and reminded himself that he’d brought her here with a purpose that didn’t include getting the two of them off.
They’d spent the first hour at the carnival enjoying the robust scenery of people, eating funnel cake and corndogs, and riding some of the more tame rides.
He could see another argument bubbling inside her right now. The tense turn of her bony shoulders. The firm set of her jaw. The challenge in her wide-set eyes. She was gearing up to dispute his logic of practicing her shooting skills at the carnival.
Stubborn woman.
“This used to be one of my favorite games as a kid,” he said, trying to distract not only her tenacious attitude but his lust too.
“Really?” she asked.
He gave a small smile in response, remembering the hours he’d spent every summer sneaking away from his paper route to shoot a couple of rounds. Then, how he’d had to slip the stuffed animals he’d won through the back door of their two-bedroom house before his dad would see them.
Ash picked up the gun next to hers and yanked upward to loosen the hose connected at the butt of the weapon. A familiar sensation coasted through him. The feel of metal in his hand. The rush of water shooting out the barrel. The pure joy he felt being stellar at something.
He rested his elbows on the counter and closed one eye to look down the imaginary sight. He aimed at one of the clown’s vacant eyes, which was a dingy white orb where the pupil should have been. Then he moved the barrel to the clown’s mouth where red paint had chipped away, revealing spatters of white plaster below. He lowered his attention. The target in the back of the clown’s throat was MIA and his green and white polka dot bowtie was cracked in half. The rest of his friends in the lineup were just as bad off. They looked more like something out of Stephen King’s IT, than a fun, family-friendly carnival game.
Setting the gun on the counter, Ash turned to her. “You made me ride on those slow-ass sissy rides. Now we’re gonna do something I wanna do.” He crossed his arms, readying for her verbal attack. “Besides, shooting is shooting. Whether it’s water or bullets, you still have to hold the gun, aim, and fire. All things we both have witnessed are issues for you.”
The intensity in her eyes died and hurt crept in, making him feel like a dick. But he didn’t apologize. It was the truth, and no one climbed great walls by sugarcoating the vast desert they had to cross to get there.
She glanced at the face across from them that wore a faded blue newsboy hat, round red nose, and a deflated yellow balloon protruding from the top of his skull, and bit her lip.
“Afraid you might lose?” he asked, knowing that would pull her out of her hesitation. If there was one thing Samantha loved, it was a healthy dose of competition.
So did Ash. He reveled the push and pull against a worthy opponent who wouldn’t give up or give in. And he knew for damn sure that Sam didn’t ever give in. On anything. Which was what made sex with her so appealing. She wasn’t one to be dominated, two things that Ash craved. He dominated everything. So to have a woman give back just as much as he was putting out. Well, let’s just say he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to ignore their attraction.
As expected, she snapped her head in his direction, a line forming between her eyebrows. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” He propped his hip against the counter, placing one foot over the other. “I’m gonna whoop your ass. Is that why you don’t want to give it a try? You afraid to lose?” Ash picked up the water gun, glancing at her, and pointed it toward his clown. “Understandable. I mean, I am an excellent shot.”
“Oh, please,” she said, her posture growing more confident with each second. Straightening her spine, her shoulders went back and her neck elongated.
Goddamn she looked amazing when she got all worked up. It took everything he had not to tug her against him and crash his lips onto hers.
“No, no, it’s fine,” he said, standing and setting the gun down. “Most people can’t compete. I don’t want you to feel bad after I pop my balloon before you even have a chance to blow yours up.”
She lifted onto her toes to make up the difference in their height, intruding on his personal space, so he dipped his chin to meet her halfway. Her blue eyes blazed and her lip snarled slightly.
It was a hot fucking sight. One he wanted to see in a much different situation. One where he could really push her limits and feel the full intensity of her wrath.
His mouth curled. Go ahead. Take it out on me. I’ll take everything you got, and then some, sweetheart.
“You think you have this in the bag?” she asked, her cheeks growing pink. “You think I can’t do it? I can’t beat you?”
“I know you can’t,” he said, loving the way her eyes widened in barely contained fury. His fists curled at his sides so he wouldn’t reach out for her. “There’s no way you’ll beat me.”
Still on her tiptoes, she narrowed her eyes. “Oh, yeah?”
He lowered even more, nearly resting his nose on hers. “Yeah.”
She swallowed hard. “Want to bet on it?”
“What do you have in mind?”
Sam dropped to her normal height and glanced past him. “Hmm,” she mused. “I don’t know yet. But I want it to be really, really good. So how about we just say that I reserve the right to pick once I win?”
“But you’re not going to win,” he said.
Hand on her hip again. “How can you be this confident?”
He returned the gesture. Just for fun. “Which one of the two of us can shoot their target perfectly with one hand behind their back and their eyes closed?” He lifted his eyebrows at her.
Instead of the embarrassed expression he expected, she gave him a self-satisfied smirk. “Guess which one of us just upped the ante.”
“The what?” he asked. “What do you mean?”
“Since you have the advantage, you’ll be shooting with one hand behind your back and your eyes closed.”
“Now, wait just a second. How the hell am I supposed to see the target?”
She shrugged. “You tell me, Dirty Harry. You’re the genius who bragged about your abilities. Figure it out.”
“This is bull,” he said. “There’s no way I’ll be able to fill my balloon in time. It takes precision. I need to be able to gauge the water’s trajectory.”
She crossed her arms and quirked one eyebrow. “Now who’s afraid to lose?”
He wasn’t going to lose. That couldn’t effing happen.
Not with his training and experience.
“Wanna back out, chicken?” she asked, still grinning. She even clucked. Clucked!
“Hell no,” he said. No way.
“Then let’s do this,” she said, slapping a dollar bill on the counter.
An older woman around fifty years old with short light blonde hair came from the dunking booth next door and greeted them. “Ready to play?” ‘
“Yes, we are,” Sam said. “Aren’t we, Ash?”
“Sure,” he grumbled, pulling out another two dollars. “Best two out of three though.” He wasn’t taking any chances on a fluke.
The older woman nodded and flicked a switch on the side of the booth.
“Have fun,” she said, smiling as she walked away.
Sam turned to him. “So how do we do this? Just count one, two, three, go?”
Not answering, Ash picked up his gun, rested his elbows on the counter as he’d done before and tried to concentrate on the target before she made him closed his eyes.
Sam didn’t change her posture. Just picked up the gun and pointed with one hand in the direction of the clowns.
“Don’t forget,” she said, staring ahead, “eyes closed when I get to three.”
“Yeah, yeah. Start counting.” He kept his absolute attention on the open mouth of the clown in front of him. That’s all that mattered right now. Eye on the prize.
“Fine,” she said. “One…Two…”
A steady stream of water shot from her gun and landed perfectly in the open mouth of her clown.
“What the fu—!” He caught sight of the older woman to their right, giggling, and stopped himself from finishing the curse. He pressed the trigger on his gun as hard as he could, not bothering to close his eyes. He watched as Sam’s balloon filled up twice as fast as his. “Cheater.”
She didn’t turn, but he knew she heard him because she let out a loud bark of laughter. “What? I needed some sort of advantage.”
Within seconds, her balloon popped first.
She turned with a triumphant grin. “That’s one. One more to go.”
“Next round you won’t get so lucky.”
“Actually, I probably will,” she said. “I’ve got a new balloon.” She nudged her chin in the direction of the older woman strapping a pink balloon on Sam’s clown. “Yours is all stretched out. It’ll hold more water before it pops. Mine has tighter resistance, so it should pop first.” She flashed him all teeth, and he actually had to remind himself to breath. Almost had to beat on his chest to get his damn ticker to restart too.

Ash blinked, bringing himself back to reality and the importance of winning this damn game. “Let’s just get this over with. I’m counting this time.”
Sam shrugged, unconcerned. “Have at it.”
He readied himself on his elbows again, focusing on nothing but that small, open hole. “One…Two…” He snuck a peek at her. She had one eye closed and her tongue half out of her mouth in concentration. “Two and a half…”
Sam let out a small chuckle. “Come on, or I’m going to shoot right now.”
“Three.”
Both of their guns fired at the same time. His stream hit his target immediately. Hers waivered. She muttered a brief, “shit,” before she righted her aim. His balloon filled up much faster this time, and she must have sensed that the trophy was drifting farther out of her reach, because she quickly raised her other hand to hold on more firmly to the gun.
His balloon kept filling.
And filling.
And fucking filling.
Hers was half the size of his when it popped.
Damn it.
Despite holding onto the trigger like it was his lifeline, the water drained and he had to set the gun down.
“I want a rematch,” he said. “That was rigged.”
She turned with a broad, triumphant smile and threw her arms around his neck. “I won!” she shouted through laughter. “I freaking won! I beat you! I can’t believe it, but I beat you!”
Before he had a chance to react or understand what was happening, she pulled his face down to hers and she planted a quick, chaste kiss on him that rendered him speechless.
“Admit it,” she said, arms still around his neck. “I won. Not quite fair and square, but I still won.”
He wasn’t concerned with the score anymore. “If I agree with you, will you kiss me again?”
A small smile played on her lips. “Why don’t you try and see what happens.”
“You wo—”
She yanked his face down again, and this time when she placed her lips on his, it wasn’t quick and it sure as hell wasn’t chaste. It scorched every piece of him, burning through his entire body until he felt nothing but the desire to carry her back to his place and show her just how much she really had won.
One…two…three kisses at a time.

~ "Bad Boy on Tap" By: Avery Flynn ~

Aurora Calvert was twenty bucks in and no closer to a fuzzy unicorn the size of Rhode Island than she’d been when she’d stepped up to the Fantasy Shoot ‘Em Up booth. The ten year old behind her was getting restless. Her trigger finger was sweaty. The hot guy manning the booth was looking at her like she’d lost it. Maybe she had.
In her defense, setting foot back in Salvation, Virginia had the tendency to make a person go nuts. Fast. But when her shithead of a cousin, Myron, had bet there was no way a girl who’d spent the last five years in the city could still do the Salvation County Fair Ride and Shoot Challenge, she wasn’t about to back down. All she had to do was hit one measly target—easier said than done after six back-to-back turns on The Hammer of Death.
“You’re not giving up are you?” Myron asked, as full of himself as he was of a six pack of Sweet Salvation Brewery’s finest.
“Just suckering you in.” Oh yeah, and buying some time for her double vision to chill the fuck out. “Care to raise the bet?”
“A thousand,” he sneered.
She gulped. “Fine.”
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” the carny asked.
Even seeing two of him thanks to the way her brain had been shaken and stirred while she’d been spun around and around in the Hammer’s metal cage before plunging almost to the ground, she had to admit that the dude was hot. Tall with broad shoulders and a tight butt, he had tattoos climbing up both thick, muscular forearms. His aviator shades didn’t give anything away, but she’d bet her agent’s share of her last TV hosting gig that his eyes were dark, brooding and more than a little bit wild. Just when her stomach had finally settled, the hot carny had the butterflies doing the tango.
She blinked hard. “I’m good.”
One dark eyebrow arched high enough to be seen over the rim of his shades as he handed her the freshly loaded BB gun. “Do you ever back down from a challenge, honey?”
She raised her chin an inch higher. “Never and I’m not your honey.”
She lined up her shot, focused on the clown’s nose in the middle and—
“DON’T MISS!” Myron shouted in her ear right as she pulled the trigger.
She jerked the BB gun in surprise. The shot went wild, ricocheted off hot carny’s very large and very ornate belt buckle and hit the middle clown square in the nose, knocking it down.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” Aurora put the gun down before she gave into the temptation to shoot Myron’s boney little ass with it as he ran away.
The carny rubbed a calloused thumb over the BB-sized dent in his belt buckle. “A few inches south and I’d be giving my answer in a higher octave.”
“I’m so sorry.” Embarrassment heat her cheeks to face-of-the-sun temperatures. “I’m usually a much better shot.”
“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll let you make it up to me with dinner.”
Aurora was in Salvation for a week to prep for the next season of her newest show for House and Garden TV, dinner with anyone—let alone a totally hot stranger who spent his life traveling from town to town—was not on the menu. She’d learned her lesson about bad boys and wanderers. It wasn’t one she ever needed to repeat.
“I don’t think so.” She softened the refusal with her best sweet smile. It was the one she used when the design swap contestant obviously hated their house makeover.
He took a step closer so that only the edge of the booth separated them. “It’s not a request.”
“Say again?” She took a defensive step back.
He slipped off the sunglasses, revealing eyes so blue the summer sky in June could take a few pointers from him. She knew those eyes. Adrenaline shot through her veins hot as rocket fuel and just as fast. Beau McCullum. See bad boys exhibits A through ZZ. He wasn’t just the lesson. He’d been her master class in poor decisions and lifetime regrets.
“What’s wrong?” Beau turned on enough sex appeal and dangerous charm to give her a sunburn. “Don’t you recognize your own first love?”
She hadn’t fainted from riding The Hammer of Death. She hadn’t lost her nerve when it came time to get on The Dragon’s Tail for the third time. But faced with the man who’d broken her heart and nearly ruined her life? Oh yeah, her knees got more than a little wobbly.
“I thought you were in prison.” It came out breathy and weak. How in the hell had she missed his release?
“Not any more, honey.” All the heat disappeared from his eyes, replaced by cold, black ice—-the kind that you never noticed until it was too late. “And you have a lot of explaining to do about how I ended up there while you got off scot-free.”

~ "Shooting Stars" By: Julie Castle ~

It was bad enough that she was roaming Chicago’s Navy Pier at midnight when she should still be partying at the Hyatt with her fellow new Delta Star Grads, but even worse Cassandra McLean didn’t exactly know what the blazes she was doing here. A cryptic note left in her evening bag had told her to come to the Shooting Gallery for her first assignment. It was highly unusual, to get a posting this way, even for an agency that flew under the covers like Delta Star did. At the same time this was too big an opportunity, and too intriguing to pass up.
Especially for someone like her who’d barely scraped by in training, almost getting drummed out of the agency when she stuck up for an instructor who’d been tarnished by false accusations. Dylan Fox might be a lot of things but dirty wasn’t one of them. Cool, untouchable, a legendary secret agent yes, but dirty no. You’d think Director Frost would be pleased when she defended Fox at the top of her lungs. He hadn’t made the drug buy he’d been accused of. She’d been in the gym at the time the buy had allegedly gone down. It had never happened. Instead of thanking her for trying to exonerate one of his agents the Director had been quietly pissed; even Fox himself had given her the cold shoulder before he left.
Shaking in her spike heels, she cursed the fact that she’d let her roommate talk her into wearing high heels to the party, as she took in the mixed crowd that jostled for position around the Shooting Gallery. The park would be closing for the evening in about ten minutes and it seemed everyone wanted to get in their last shot. Not that she could blame them, even if these games were rigged. A slick businessman in a tailored suit was mowing down tin ducks like they owed him money. Sailors from the Great Lakes Naval Station, pristine in their crackerjack uniforms that always made her smile were missing more than they were hitting, teenagers were placing bets and showing off for their girlfriends, and the girls pretending they couldn’t shoot. At least she didn’t have that problem, no romantic entanglements for her. Yikes how could she find her assignment amidst the crowd?
Blending in was impossible given that she was in evening clothes, but then whoever’d sent her the note had to know that. The sea parted as the teenagers walked away. She walked up to the concession booth and froze. Dylan... was dirty alright! From the stubble on his chisled face to the tats covering his toned arms bared in the black wife beater tank top he sported, and non-regulation longish hair she wanted to rake her hands though, he was all kinds of dissreptuable.
What on earth! Had this all been a cheap trick on his part to ruin her graduation party? He was leaning on a half wall chatting up a couple of giggling twentysomethings who ought to know better, flirting with a carnie. He winked at them as they walked away and Cassie fumed. What was he trying to pull? He said something to the older woman stocking the prize wall beside him and she smiled and walked away.
So he could be nice when he wanted to, not that he’d ever extended that courtesy to her. And now he’d ruined what should have been one of the happiest nights of her life, the dirty, rotten, SOB. She stood frozen as he turned to gather the shooting gallery rifles and saw her standing there. The shock of recognition in his whiskey brown eyes made her freeze, even as it made her heart race. Then his lambent gaze swept over her from her spiked heels, to her silver party dress, the skirt billowing around her bare legs in the summer breeze off Lake Michigan, to the body hugging camisole top containing her breasts that crazily tingled and budded as he looked at them, to her dark hair upswept in a French twist.
She’d tried to look sophisticated for the party tonight and not like the wrong side of the tracks tomboy she was. She’d even let her roommate talk her into trying heels. Apparently she’d succeeded going by the smile on his face as he gazed at her. Heart slamming against her ribs she couldn’t have run even if she wanted to. Besides she suddenly didn’t want to and he had some explaining to do, didn’t he? She had to at least get that out of him.
“You’ve grown up little Cassie.”
“I’m not little,” she replied annoyed. She hated when he used that little condescending tone, like when he’d taught a class on counter terrorism, before he’d been disgraced and fired on trumped up charges.
He smiled. “Believe me, Precious, I know.”
Was that a crack about her weight. Tall, and built along somewhat Amazonian lines she’d always been a bit sensitive about that. But no his sultry gaze lingered in the vicinity of her breasts. The hussies that they were, they swelled as his gaze lingered on them longer than was polite.
He appeared to realize it too as he shook his head and looked down. “So, Precious, what are you doing here, slumming?”
~
Dylan Fox did his level best to ignore the beauty before him, trying to think. What the hell was going on? Come on think stupid this is what they pay you the combat pay for. Sexy little Cassie McLean didn’t just casually come down here by chance. Something was rotten with this set up. He’d known it from the start. Things had almost been jinxed from the beginning when the little firebrand had vocally defended him at Delta Star, almost ending his mission before it started. She had more guts than many he could name which is why he’d convinced the Director to keep her on when he’d been inclined to fire her for insubordination. No harm, no foul, and it had been a novel experience to have someone try to save him. And now she was here in the middle of this clusterflop.
He really didn’t give a shit about himself but he would not lose her to not so friendly fire. Okay, so the sailor boys were pounding beers and missing the targets. The slick in the suit was aiming like he was a sniper, and soccer mom looked like she wanted to kick a wall. Nothing looked wrong but his gut told him it was. He always listened to his gut. Hell maybe she’d tracked him down because she wanted to see him. Yeah, and pigs would fly soon. He finally met her gaze. It was the look in her emerald green eyes that got to him the most, sharp as hell, incisive, and hurt. Great now he wanted to kick a wall. Instead he put the shooting gallery guns back in their holders on the counter, buying himself some time. Cassie was glaring at him, practically vibrating with outrage. So her looking for him for a quickie was off the menu he told himself with a smirk trying to keep it light. All he had to do was move her along try to figure this out.
~
Cassie seethed as he all but ignored her. What a jerk and to think she’d stuck up for him. Obviously the Director had him bang to rights. But no, that drug buy had never happened and she always told the truth. Lies only festered and caused pain, life had taught her that lesson. So what kind of lies was he telling? Damn it all he could at least pay attention to her. And what was with that slumming crack of his? He was so not going to get away with blaming this debacle on her. It was a good thing the park was starting to empty because she was going to tell him exactly what she thought of him. “As if you didn’t know,” she hissed. “What the hell are you trying to pull, luring me down here just to make fun of me?” She saw the startled look in his eyes at her words, saw him scan the crowd behind her again, as if they just washed off his back. “You could at least be polite and look at me when I’m yelling at you.”
~
Dylan’s gut clenched at her confirmation that someone had sent her down here. He sure as hell hadn’t done it. Her class of Delta Star Grads were whooping it up at the Hyatt, which explained the gown she was wearing. He was used to seeing her in uniform or sweats at the gym, nothing like this glamorous getup. Maybe that was why he’d been a little slow on the uptake. Yeah and maybe your losing your edge after one too many missions. But all that was meaningless now. She’d had his back at the academy and he had to have hers now. He looked past her to assess the situation. He scanned the crowd, his focus mainly on the slick in the suit, the wanna be rambo. The guy finished his shots, set the toy rifle down, and reached into his jacket. Shit, Dylan automatically drew his weapon, training kicking in along with adrenalin. He kept his weapon in the shadows hidden along his thigh while Cassie glared at him clearly not picking up the source of his tension. “Five bucks lady,” he said gruffly reaching down to pull a rifle out from under the counter. No way he would keep her undefended if they took him out.
~
She actually gaped at him when he thrust the rifle into her hands her outrage tipping over into hurt feelings territory. What now, was he just trying to make a buck off her? She opened her mouth to accuse him of just that when the weight of the rifle broke through her fog of outrage. Cold, heavy, long barrel. Oh shit! She glanced down to confirm what she’d instinctively sensed and gulped when she saw the sniper rifle in her hands. She’d aced that class, graduating as a sharpshooter. That’s when she saw the Glock in Dylan’s hand. He was keeping it out of sight but it was there. Okay time to stop going on hurt feelings, start acting like an agent, and get a flipping clue. No he, and the Director, hadn’t sent her on this assignment but it had found her just the same. She looked up at Dylan and saw the resolution and worry in his eyes and nodded. He didn’t send the note. She’d been the Jonah leading his enemies to him. Distracting him and letting someone get the drop on him. Around her she saw movement. Sailors laughing, the businessman shooting, others strolling by.
“Any advice?”
~
Dylan sighed when he watched the slick in the suit drop a tip in the jar and start to walk away. He noticed Cassie following his lead and felt a little better. At least she had good instincts, it might give them a chance. He didn’t drop his guard watching the suit walk away.
“What’s going on,” she said softly.
“Can’t you feel it,” he said making sure that the suit was really moving away.
“Oh,” she shivering.
Yeah it was like a laser beam was hitting him between the shoulder blades. Okay time to get her out of sight and the line of fire. “Get your ass back here McLean,” he said opening the gate. She started to move toward him when a motion to the right caught his gaze. She froze at the same time and he knew they were in sync. “About that advice. The rifle pulls a little to the left.” he said and spun toward the sailor with the gun in his hand.
~
Cassie didn’t need any other warning. Her early warning your about to be shot instincts going red hot she feinted a little to the right a second before the back of the booth was shot to peiced right where her head had been. Spinning she caught one of the Sailors with a round house making let out an oof and jump to the side, catching him off guard. The sneaky SOB had almost got the drop on her. He retaliated by b backhanding her seeing her reeling into the booth. She saw stars and fell to the floor just as Dylan swear and saw him leap over the booth losing his cool completley. Couldn’t be she thought as darkness claimed her he never got mad, he never cared about anything.
“Come on Precious, wake up,” Dylan said.
She felt his hand brushing her hair out of her face, smelled his singular sandalwood, leather, and man scent as he held her and opened her eyes. Now she knew she was dreaming. The relief in Dylan’s whiskey brown eyes stunned her. “What happened?”
“Welcome to the war on terror, partner,” he said gravely.
“Holy cats playing canasta,” she said looking up at him.
He smirked, “Indeed.”
“Did you say partner?” she asked stunned. Vaguely aware of what looked like Delta Star EMS carting away the Sailors and working in the background.
He nodded, bending closer shutting out the world. “How about we seal it with a kiss?”
Then Dylan’s mouth claimed hers and she groaned kissing him back, knowing this was just the beginning.



"Stranger at My Door"
[A Murder in Texas Series, Book 1] by Mari Manning

Author's Book Description :
    The only thing standing between her and disaster is a man she can’t trust…

    As far as Dinah Pittman is concerned, men can’t be trusted. Especially cops. Her own father was a former cop and a convicted felon who stole a small fortune before dying in prison. The best part? No one knows where the money is…and someone is willing to kill off everyone who knows anything about it.

    And Dinah is next.

    Rafe Morales left the Dallas police force to settle down to a simpler life in the small Texas town of El Royo. Instead, he finds himself protecting an infuriating, tough-as-nails, oh-so-sexy victim—and driving himself crazy with a thoroughly unprofessional desire.

    But as the body count rises, Rafe and Dinah must find a way to trust each other…before they both end up dead.

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"On Her Six"
[Under Covers Series, Book 1] by Christina Elle

Author's Book Description :
    First rule of stake-outs – don’t fall in love.

    New neighbors are bad news in Samantha Harper’s experience. Especially ones as suspicious and brooding as the guy who just moved in next door. So when the dangerous but sexy stranger seems to be involved in something illegal—the aspiring cop in her takes action. If only she could stop thinking about how he looks naked...

    All DEA agent Ash Cooper wants to do is lay low and survive this crap surveillance assignment. But after a run-in with his attractive neighbor, he realizes that’s going to be much harder than he planned. Keeping the woman out of trouble is hard enough, but keeping his hands off her is near impossible.

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"Betting the Billionaire"
by Avery Flynn

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    If that man calls her one more time… So what if Gabe Campos is a model-dating billionaire who gets Keisha Jacobs hotter than a Ferrari’s engine on the straightaway? He keeps pushing her to sell her family’s furniture business, but she’ll never give in—not unless she wants to give her father a second heart attack.

    All Gabe should be thinking about is how he’ll finally get revenge on the man who killed his father. But when he meets the man’s daughter, Keisha, instead of focusing on destroying Jacobs Fine Furnishings, he can’t get her warm-whisky voice out of his mind.

    Forced by a snow storm to spend the night together, their passion ignites. The next day, however, it’s back to business. The only way Keisha can save her family is to win a bet with the billionaire. But neither realized their hearts are part of the bargain…

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"Bound to Serve"
[Dangerous Liaisons Series, Book 1] by Julie Castle

Author's Book Description :
    Condor earned his reputation by being Delta Star’s ultimate secret agent. He’s untouchable, unstoppable, and he always nails his targets. But no matter how many times he’s saved the world, he’s a ghost who will never take credit. He works best alone, and to continue to protect his country, he’ll stay alone.

    New Delta Star field agent Bridget Jamison is obsessed with capturing Simon Perez, the elusive terrorist responsible for her ex-fiancé’s death. When the Delta Star director hands the case over to Condor, a mesmerizing ghost agent who has the power to make her weak in the knees with one intense look, Bridget agrees to be Condor’s partner so that she’s not dropped from the case and her chance for justice.

    Now they’re on a mission to infiltrate a dangerous criminal organization and capture Perez. It’s up to Condor to keep this beautiful, determined agent out of harm’s way, and to keep their explosive passion contained long enough not to risk their cover…and their lives.

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"Untrue Colors"
[True Lies Series, Book 1] by Veronica Forand

Author's Book Description :
    She’s on the run…

    Brilliant art appraiser Alex Northrop’s ex used stolen art to fund his nefarious activities. Now he wants her dead. But it isn’t just herself she’s worried about – if he discovers who she really is, he’ll kill her family.

    Professor Henry Chilton is shocked to find a beautiful stranger passed out in his bed, and even more so when she reveals a priceless painting is a forgery – the painting he’d planned to use to fund a woman’s shelter. She’s mysterious and frightened, and he is determined to discover why.

    Alex’s knowledge of art is undeniable—just as Henry’s attraction to her is irresistible. But in order to help him recover the real painting, Alex isn’t just risking exposure…she’s risking her life.

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About the Authors :

Mari Manning is the author of several contemporary romances and three romantic suspense novels set in the Texas Hill Country. "Stranger at My Door" is the first in her A Murder in Teas series. The second, "Stranger in My House" debuted June 13. The third book in the series is "Stranger in My Bed." Currently Mari is working on a series of cozy mysteries.

She and her husband live in Chicago.








Christina Elle believes that laughter really is the best medicine, which is why in her stories she blends a healthy dose of hilarious hijinks with gritty suspense.

When she’s not writing fun contemporary romance or quirky romantic suspense, Christina can be found devouring books in every genre, watching Chris Hemsworth on TV, playing board games with her family, working out, checking out Chris Hemsworth on Facebook, napping, stalking Chris Hemsworth on Instagram, and shopping…for Chris Hemsworth’s latest DVD.

Christina lives near Baltimore with her husband and two sons, who give her an endless supply of humorous material to write about.

She is a member of Romance Writers of America and Maryland Romance Writers.



Award-winning romance author Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.

She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through all the romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before the local book stores’ staffs knew her by name.

Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.



Julie Castle always had a love affair with the written word. As a child growing up in a small town Julie loved visiting the local library, a converted gilded age mansion, and getting lost between the pages of a book. The drafty old mansion could be a spooky place but she still loved it. Julie enjoyed poking into behind the scenes areas she wasn't supposed to venture into. She is still the same way which is why she loves writing romance with an edge, paranormal, suspenseful, super sexy, or just laugh your pants off funny which she hopes you'll find it in her books.



A Bostonian by birth, Veronica Forand regrettably lost her Boston accent while moving from state to state and country to country. Cleveland probably had the most profound effect on her ability to pronounce the “r” in the word “park.”

She does try to return now and then to visit family and eat long neck clams and lobster. Summers on Cape Cod are also high on the priority list.

Her experience in crime involves time as a court appointed attorney. Eventually, she switched fields to where bigger crimes take place, corporate tax. The allure of spending mornings in her pajamas homeschooling her children and writing fascinating fiction caused her to change careers again. Now that the kids are out of the house (in school), she writes novels and practices law by day and is the perfect wife and mother at night.

Her experience in romance is limited to one man. Luckily, he’s still finding ways to charm her by taking her on vacations to the south of France, Fiji, and the Green Mountains when time is short. Avid travelers, they love to roam with their kids across continents in pursuit of skiing, scuba diving, and the perfect piece of chocolate.

She’s lived in London, Paris, Geneva, Washington D.C., and the accent destroying city of Cleveland. She currently resides near Philadelphia.

Her books are published by Entangled Publishing, Boroughs Publishing Group, and The Wild Rose Press.


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Monday, November 12, 2012

Blog Tour - Feasted On: Romance in the Rain by Charlotte Russell, Marianne Stillings, Dawn Kravagna, Clare Tisdale, Sherri Shaw, & Kristine Cayne | Interview, Review, & Giveaway

Today I'm turning my blog over to Charlotte Russell, Marianne Stillings, Dawn Kravagna, Clare Tisdale, Sherri Shaw, & Kristine Cayne, who I interviewed about their latest anthology "Romance in the Rain!!"

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My Q&A with Charlotte Russell, Marianne Stillings, Dawn Kravagna, Clare Tisdale, Sherri Shaw, & Kristine Cayne :

Jess : What was the one book you all remember thoroughly enjoying while growing up?

Charlotte : I was a bookaholic when I was a kid and I wasn’t too keen on rereading books, so there wasn’t one book that I went back to again and again. However, I absolutely adored the Trixie Belden series. It had everything I love in a book—mystery, adventure, and romance.

Marianne : Though I had three or four Little Golden Books on my shelf, "Black Beauty" was my very first novel. Santa brought it to me for Christmas when I was 10. I read it and re-read it and then read it again, year after year. I read it so many times, the pages fell out and the cover dropped off. I had to use a rubber band to keep it together. I slept with it under my pillow so I could read after bedtime by the light of a fading sun. I have always loved horses but the book informed me that not all people viewed them as I did. Many considered horses not as beautiful companions to be treated with great love and care, but as a piece of equipment to be used up, discarded, and replaced. Often neglected, occasionally the victims of cruelty (I still can't get through Ginger's death without sobbing), until very recently, horses were the Ram pick-ups of their day. In 1877, Anna Sewell felt compelled to make people aware of how thoughtlessly these wonderful animals were being treated—it worked. "Black Beauty"—for so many reasons, I will always cherish that book.

Dawn : My favorite will be unusual, particularly due to the failure of the recent movie adaptation, but mine was "John Carter of Mars" by Edgar Rice Burroughs. I enjoyed his writing style and the unusual creativity of the story written in the early part of the 20th century; not so uncommon after the movie "Star Wars," but he was certainly ahead of his time with the novel. I loved reading science fiction growing up, particularly by classic authors, such as Jules Verne and H. G. Wells. What particularly appealed to me was the positive attitude of John Carter: No matter how bad the situation became, he believed he could overcome it. His favorite saying was, "I still live," and as long as he lived, he never gave up. That "never give up" attitude really inspired me and I often recalled his proclamation during times of discouragement I encounted in the future. His attitude also inspired my character, Griselda Portentsky, in my first novel, "Cattle Capers: Search For The MooMoo Pearl": She doesn't believe in luck but in hard work combined with a positive attitude.

Clare : My favorite was "Casilda of the Rising Moon," by Elizabeth Borton de Treviño (it’s now out of print but still widely available second-hand). Set in the days of knights and chivalry, it tells the story of a Toledan princess who gives up her palace, her family, and the man who loves her in order to become a hermit and—posthumously—a saint. It’s a romantic and inspiring book for young girls and I must have read it at least six times.

Sherri : When I was little, my grandmother gave us a book called "The Real Mother Goose Book." My sisters outgrew it, but I kept it for years, flipping through the pages, and memorizing my favorite stories. I can still recite several of them, the most fun being "The Old Lady and the Pig."

Kristine : Like Clare, I was a bookaholic. My father enrolled me in the DoubleDay Book Club and I begged my parents to by me mountains of books each month from Scholastics. The series that most stated my desire for big books and intriguing stories was the Nancy Drew Mystery series. By the sixth grade, I managed to collect the entire set of books published up to that time. Needless to say, I’m still a series addict :)

Jess : Tell us about your anthology "Romance in the Rain."

Charlotte : The idea emerged over time. The only thing we knew from the start was that all the stories would have a connection to Seattle. As plots and characters started evolving it seemed liked a fun idea to make the characters all related, descended from my couple James and Mattie, whose story is set in the mid 19th century.

Marianne : "ROMANCE IN THE RAIN" is comprised of six novellas written by the Rainy Day Writers using a Seattle family as its central theme. My contribution, "FINAL APPROACH," is set in 1942 (during WWII) and tells the story of Captain Joe Caldwell and Lt. Charlie Thompson. Charlie is a young war widow and WAFS pilot (Women's AirForce Ferrying Squadron); Joe is a former Army pilot who's been grounded due to injury. When Charlie's best friend, Edie, dies during a routine night flight, Joe and Charlie join forces to discover the truth behind her death. Sherri Shaw gave me the idea for the story, and I'm so grateful she did! Thanks, Sherri!

Dawn : I'm really excited about our first anthology. Everyone in our group is an excellent writer and I always enjoy hearing the ladies read their newest writing project. I've been in writing groups where I've hoped one member didn't show up, because listening to them read their writing was near agony and an exercise in patience. We've got a great mix of writing styles and I believe every reader will find at least one story that will resonate with them personally.

Clare : Participating in the anthology has been a great experience for me. I’m so proud to be part of the Rainy Day Writers critique group. There’s a great level of trust and cooperation involved in putting an anthology of this nature together—where all the stories link to one another—and I love how supportive we all are of each other.

Sherri : Our group has been together for a long time, and we thought it would be fun if we wrote an anthology. Since we all live in the Pacific Northwest, we decided to use our beautiful region as the backdrop for our stories. Beginning with the first settlers, and progressing to modern day, each story is independent of the other, but with a common thread, the Caldwell family.

Kristine : I think everyone has pretty much answered that question, but what the anthology represents to me is the coming together of six women—six friends and authors—who worked together to create a magical set of stories spanning almost two centuries. We each pitched into create the cover, the website, the ebook file itself, and now we are collaborating on promotion. It’s a fabulous testimony to the power of friendship.

Jess : Ms. Shaw -- What is the most romantic thing one of your characters (and it doesn’t need to be the main characters), from "What’s Wrong with Mr. Perfect?," said or did?

Sherri : When Sam and Ivy are walking through Seattle Center late at night, a man with a gun accosts them. Sam steps in front of her, shielding her from the threat of the gun. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Ivy is touched by the protective gesture.

Jess : Ms. Russell -- Please describe your heroine, from "Splendor in the Moss," in one to two sentences.

Charlotte : If she wasn’t so shy, Mattie Jensen would tell you that she never knows the right thing to say, especially around the hero, James. Nevertheless, he brings out her inner strength and helps her remember how to laugh.

Jess : Ms. Kravagna -- What sparked the idea for your most recent novella, "Love Phantom?"

Dawn : Since this is my first romance I drew upon my personal experiences when I was a Drama major (for a year) at the University of Washington. However, one major error many novice writers make is basing their stories too closely on reality, because that constricts the story too much. For instance, when a writer sticks to reality, then they are not considering the best way to present the scene for maximum dramatic impact. I made this error in the first draft and my writing group was honest enough to advise me to rewrite the story. I am a big fan of the "Save The Cat" screenwriting books and in my rewrite created a "save the cat" moment in the first scene which did not occur in my real life experience but made for a better scene and a more positive introduction to the character.

I don't want to give too much of the plot away by saying more; however, the characters are imaginary.

Since I've been planning to do a "Phantom of the Opera" spoof, my original idea was to utilize the Showboat Theater as the main setting, since it was rumored to be haunted. However, the story grew beyond the ghost story and I abandoned it. I do think the title is still apt.

Jess : Ms. Cayne -- Is there one particular scene in "Aftershocks" that you’re dying for readers to read? Can you tell us anything about it?

Kristine : Like most suspense stories, the climactic scene is one that I think will have readers white-knuckling their e-readers. However, there is an earlier scene where Erica has to don some firefighter equipment and squeeze her way through a collapsed building. Since Erica has no training and doesn’t know what she’s doing, a female firefighter who works for Jamie, coaches her via radio, and uses the opportunity to give Erica an earful that has her reconsidering her relationship with her estranged husband. The scene is a testimony to the extent a woman will go to in order to save her family.

Jess : Ms. Stillings -- If you had to describe Charlie & Joe (from "Final Approach") in one word, what would it be?

Marianne : If you mean as a couple, the word would be: True
If you mean each of them independently, the word for Charlie would be: Genuine
As for Joe: Resolute

Jess : Ms. Tisdale -- If "Shelter from the Storm" was to be made into a film, who do you see playing the main characters and why?

Clare : Maya is independent, bohemian and edgy, but she also has a tender side she only shows to those she trusts. I could see her being played by Jennifer Lawrence ("The Hunger Games"). As for sweet, sexy JD, I’d like to see Ashton Kutcher in that role.


Jess : Ms. Cayne -- How many books have you written? Which is your favorite and why?

Kristine : I’ve written two full-length romantic suspense novels, one contemporary short story, one romantic suspense short story, and this romantic suspense novella. I’m loving the firefighter theme and I can’t wait for you all to read the follow-up to Jamie and Erica’s story, "Under His Command." If I limit myself to my existing books, "Deadly Addiction" would be my favorite. I learned so much writing this book, which is set on an Iroquois reserve in Canada. Remi Whitedeer is a half-native man torn between his loyalty to his tribe and family, and his (forbidden) love to a white female police officer who wants to enforce her own department’s version of law and order.

Jess : Ms. Russell -- Which usually comes first for you, the character(s) story or the idea for the novel?

Charlotte : The characters are usually in my head first and I almost always name them right away. Then, from somewhere, I get a vague plot idea and I start thinking how that character would get into that situation and how he/she would react to the situation and the other main character and pretty soon I’ve started a new story. I usually know the beginning and end but not what happens in the middle. And while I know the essentials of my characters, they always surprise me with new details as we journey through the story.

Jess : Ms. Stillings -- Which of your characters would you most & least like to invite to dinner, from which book and why?

Marianne : Most: J. Soldier McKennitt, the detective hero from my first novel, "The Damsel in This Dress." Why? Because you never forget your first ;)

Least: Loretta Tremaine, the heroine's mother from "The Damsel in This Dress." I based Betsy's mom on my own mother – who was both critical to me and critical of me. And there you have it.

Jess : Ms. Tisdale -- What was one of the most surprising things you learned when creating your books?

Clare : I learned that if I come up with the basic structure of a book, my characters will take it from there. I just need to give them free reign to be themselves.

Jess : Ms. Shaw – Do you have a favorite chapter, part, or type of character to write about? If so, why?

Sherri : I like to write about female characters that project confidence, but are slightly goofy, and don’t take themselves too seriously all the time. I originally conceptualized "What’s Wrong with Mr. Perfect?," as a romantic comedy screenplay. Ivy, of course, would be played by Sandra Bullock, because if you’re going to dream, you might as well dream big.


Jess : Ms. Kravagna -- Do you have any other projects in the works? If so, can you share a little of your current work with us?

Dawn : I love to write comedy and am a cartoonist. Missing the zany comedy of the Bugs Bunny cartoons that I grew up with, I created my own anthropomorphic cartoon world, a series called "Cattle Capers(tm)". The first novel is "Cattle Capers: Search For The MooMoo Pearl." It's a comedy mystery based on cartoon animals, rather than actual critters, which gives me a lot of latitude in plot and characterization. It's been a big hit with Boomers who also loved the old cartoons. I illustrate the stories myself. The challenge is, since there are no humans, to be sure that I avoid humanoid terms such as fireman or gentleman.

I am nearly completed with the first draft of my second novel, "Cattle Capers: The Cheep Brigade Terror" which has an anti-cult theme, but I have a lot of pictures to draw before I can issue the e-book. I like to set the manuscript aside to clear my brain while I work on the illustrations, then return to editing.

Since I have a lot of plot ideas that are not suitable for a full-lenth novel, I've been writing short stories on the side which feature secondary characters from my first novel. I just completed writing my first Cattle Capers(tm) trilogy and, after completing the cartoons that will accompany the third story and the cover, I will be publishing the e-book for the Christmas season. I'm excited that e-book reader technology has advanced to the point where my cartoons can now be viewed in full color.

I also have several novels that I'm plotting most of which are comic mysteries and, being an animal lover, feature animals in some form or another. Come to think of it, "Love Phantom" is a rare story for me: no animal characters.

Jess : What do you normally eat for breakfast, or do you skip it and get straight to work?

Charlotte : Coffee and a breakfast bar of some kind. Occasionally cereal or a bagel.

Marianne : I usually eat something, but it wouldn't be considered a traditional breakfast. Most often, it's a cup of coffee (I usually only have one cup a day, maybe two if the mood strikes, and whatever is in the fridge or freezer that I don't have to cook. My husband and I will occasionally go out on a weekend for breakfast or brunch and I'll have something more "normal." As a morning person, whether I eat something or not, I generally am working within a half hour of getting up.

Dawn : The basic dietary mistake people make is skipping breakfast. I will always eat something, a breakfast bar during the weekday due to having to get up earlier than my natural sleep cycle to drive to my day job, and, with more time on the weekend, eat a bowl of cereal with fresh fruit mixed in. I also drink a natural greens and fruit-based concoction and top it off at work with a cup of coffee.

I used to stress when I felt too tired to write, but when if I made myself sit down and type something, it always felt forced and tepid. I realized it was healthier to be nice to myself and write when I had the energy to do so. My attitude is more positive and the writing more energetic as a result.

Clare : I like to have a big breakfast, and I like to mix it up. Sometimes it’s granola with a banana, other times it’s eggs and toast. I have been known to eat leftover pizza for breakfast!

Sherri : When I am being good, I like to eat a slice of peanut butter toast and some melon at my desk at work. If I have to go out in the field, I grab a McDonald’s Wild Berry Smoothie and a sausage burrito.

Kristine : I work from home, so the first thing I do when I get up is have a glass of water and turn on the computer. While I’m checking my email and what’s going on with my Facebook and Twitter friends, I make coffee. I usually forget to go get a cup until an hour or so has past. By then I’m starving. I have my coffee with a breakfast bar. If I’m really hungry, I’ll have some cereal with fruit.

Jess : Have you ever gone out in public with your shirt on backwards, or your slippers on, and when realizing it, just said screw it?

Charlotte : I have had my shirt on backward before (in fact, this morning but I realized it early) in public but I have to say that I can only say “screw it” until I get to a place where I can switch it around. I’m not one to let that go.

Marianne : No backwards shirts or slippers, but I have gone to work with two shoes that were from different pairs. They were of similar color and style, but they were definitely different. Nothing I could do; I was at work by the time I noticed it. A more obvious faux pas was wearing two different earrings one day. You see, in the morning, in the Northwest, it's dark when you get up and get dressed. As a result, one is often still half-asleep and wardrobe malfunctions are common. That's my excuse anyway, and I'm sticking to it.

Dawn : Sure. There's the stain I didn't see when I dressed in the dim light of a dreary Seattle morning and the mismatched socks. The oddest things I've done was to wear two different shoes or two totally different earrings, since I rise and dress for work much earlier than my natural biorhythm. One day I wore a large blue dangling triangle in one ear and a small, red button in the other. No one said anything so I didn't discover the discrepancy till I went into the bathroom. When I returned to my desk and asked my coworkers why they didn't say anything, they replied, "We thought it was just you and was intentional." I'm still not sure what to think about that...

Clare : One time I was inside writing all day, and it was cold and rainy out, and I put on two old frayed wool cardigans, one over the other. Then my daughter came home from school and I had to drive her over to a friend’s house, and I forgot to change. The look of distaste her friend’s mom gave me would have been comical if I hadn’t been so embarrassed!

Sherri : A couple of years ago, when I was waiting tables, I felt off balance all day. It wasn’t until I sat down after my shift that I realized I was wearing two different shoes. Of course the reason I was off kilter was because one had a higher heel than the other.

Kristine : Absolutely. I wear slippers at home because I’m always cold, even in the middle of summer. And because I’m often busy writing my books or blog posts, I tend to forget when it’s time to take one of my kids to their sports practice. So, more often than I care to admit, I run out of the house keys in hand, slippers on feet. It’s okay as long as I don’t have to get out of the car :)



About these Authors -- the RAINY DAY WRITERS :


Writing fiction is difficult and lonely and more often than not, the "normal" people in your life don't understand the writing process and can't fathom why you are possessed and obsessed with finding the perfect word or phrase that says exactly what you want to say right where you want to say it. Only other writers comprehend and accept that kind of torment.

To fill this need to surround herself with like-minded obsessive-compulsive self-doubting lunatics, in 2005, Marianne Stillings, who writes Romantic Suspense, established what came to be known as The Rainy Day Writers.

There were only two requirements for joining the group: You must be serious about writing and getting published, and any criticisms of co-members' work be honest, gentle, and kind.

Over the years, the membership has changed; some people moved on, others joined. The group we have now has been stable and constant since 2009. The Rainy Day Writers are a family.

Charlotte Russell joined the group in 2006 at the suggestion of a former member. Charlotte writes Historical Romance.

Dawn Kravagna became a member in the spring of 2007 because of a writers' list where Marianne had posted looking for new members. Dawn writes Comedy and Mystery.

In the Autumn of 2007, Sherri Shaw found her way to the group because she and Marianne happened to sit at the same table at the Emerald City Writer's Conference that year. Sherri writes Historical Romance and Paranormal Historical Romance.

Clare Tisdale joined in 2008 as the result of an email Marianne posted on the Greater Seattle Chapter Romance Writer's list seeking new members. Clare writes Contemporary Romance.

Kristine Cayne found the group in 2009 because she won Marianne's raffle basket at the Emerald City Writer's Conference that year. The basket included an offer to critique the winner's manuscript—an evaluation that resulted in an invitation to join. Kristine writes Romantic Suspense.

For more information on "Romance in the Rain" and the Rainy Day Writers, visit them at www.seattlerainydaywriters.com.




- This is an ARC book - Available Formats through Amazon.com: Kindle Edition - File Size: 1217 KB | Expected Release Date: October 11, 2012 | Publisher: Self-Published | Obtained: Romantic Maidens Book Tours

"Romance in the Rain" [A Seattle Anthology] by Charlotte Russell, Marianne Stillings, Dawn Kravagna, Clare Tisdale, Sherri Shaw, & Kristine Cayne

Authors' Book Description : From the pioneer days of Seattle through the smoke-filled clouds of WWII and into the present, "Romance in The Rain" takes readers on a journey with four generations of the strong-willed and passionate Caldwell family. The anthology of six novellas is a collaboration of the Seattle-based Rainy Day Writers group.



"Splendor in the Moss" [A Seattle Anthology, Novella 1] by Charlotte Russell

My Story Summary : Set in 1853 -- About four years ago James came to America from England to make a name for himself and out of the shadows of his family. However, since moving here James still hasn't found a place he feels comfortable enough to make his home. His most recent local is a small settlement in the new found Seattle, but it's seeming like a mossy wet hell and he is definitely ready to move on to somewhere new.

That is until he meets Mathilda (Mattie), a widow who has suffered a lot of loss within a short time period and isn't happy about living in Seattle either. Nevertheless, will they be able to find a home and happiness with each other or will old hurts get in the way of a promising future?

My Story Review : 3.5 out of 5 stars. This is a story about two people finding what they've always been looking for within another person. I loved the subtle (and not so subtle at times) romance between Mattie and James. Also, getting to see how they overcome their pasts. It's all really sweet.

Nevertheless, I didn't like how the ending just dropped off in what I think was in the middle of a good scene. If there was just a bit more to the story, I think I could have liked it a lot better.

Story Teaser :
He made as if to stand, but James waved him back.
Tilford remained seated, but his black eyebrows rose. “My word, sir! What has happened to you?”
James perched on the other stool and yanked off his ruined boot. “Nothing much. Went hunting, caught a woman instead of a deer, saved her life, let coyotes chomp on my boots rather than my feet, took the woman home, offered to fulfill her dearest wish, was refused in a most ungracious manner. And for God’s sake, stop calling me sir.” ~ within Chapter 4
For more information on this book and/or any other books by Charlotte, then please check out her website. To find out more about this anthology then click here.



"Final Approach" [A Seattle Anthology, Novella 2] & [Flight Risk Series, Novella 1] by Marianne Stillings

My Story Summary : Set in 1942 -- during World War II -- We follow Captain Joseph Caldwell (previously a homicide detective) as he learns how to assist the war efforts from behind a desk (not much to his liking) for the first time. However, not long after arriving at his new station he finds himself trying to solve a possible murder case of one of the station’s female pilots. In doing so, he meets and becomes close to Lt. Charlene Thompson (Charlie)--a female pilot and instructor--who was the best friend of the murdered pilot and is still dealing with previous tragedies of her own. Will their budding friendship grow into something more or will they hold themselves back because of what they've already went through? In the meantime, will they be able to find out what really happened to Charlie's friend before someone else gets hurt?

My Story Review : 4.5 out of 5 stars! This is a prequel to Ms. Stillings newest series coming out called Flight Risk, and I think it's a great start! I enjoyed the mystery, intrigue, setting, and getting to know Joe & Charlie throughout this novella. Also, I hope that they are mentioned within the coming series as it progresses because I want to read more about them. For being such a short story, I think it definitely builds you up for what could come next!

Story Teaser :
He wanted to kiss her. And not just because he lusted after her, but because her take on the situation was exactly right. She got it. She understood the distance that must be kept between an event and the conclusions one reached based solely on evidence. She was a natural detective, and if he wasn’t careful, he was going to fall head over heels for her—and then where would he be? ~ within Chapter 5
For more information on this book, series, and/or any other books by Marianne, then please check out her website. To find out more about this anthology then click here.



"Love Phantom" [A Seattle Anthology, Novella 3] by Dawn Kravagna

My Story Summary : Set in 1983 -- Kara is a shy Drama major hoping to get out of her shell (be more like her feisty Grandma Caldwell who was a World War II pilot) and find a hot guy to date. She has her eye on the hot teacher's assistant, Gerald, but with his mixed signals, she can't be sure if he's interested or not. However, there is also Ellis, a sweet and kind of cute, undergrad Drama major like her who seems interested in her but she can never be sure of her feelings for him. Will she be able to get the courage to get out of her shell and into a relationship with either of the guys or will she find that it's easier be the shy girl?

My Story Review : 3 out of 5 stars, this is a story about a girl learning to come into her own and finding about what she really wants in life and love. It was an okay story. I liked Ellis a lot and I wish Kara gave him more credit at the beginning of the story then she did. However, I wasn't a fan of Kara's wish-washyness at the start of the story or how her anxieties seemed to run her life for the majority of it. Nevetheless, I enjoy come into her own towards the end of the story.

Story Teaser :
During our fifteen minutes of excoriation, Gerald sat behind them on a parlor chair, peering up at the stage lamps and scratching at the stubble on his chin as if in deep thought. Perhaps he was wondering whether Lisa and I had set the lamps at the correct angles? Then, just as we were dismissed and I was about to leave, his gaze zeroed in on me and he smiled.
I shyly smiled back, my face reddening once again. What was I, a tomato? ~ within Scene 3
For more information on this book and/or any other books by Dawn, then please check out her website. To find out more about this anthology then click here.



"Shelter From The Storm" [A Seattle Anthology, Novella 4] by Clare Tisdale

My Story Summary : Set in 2011 -- James Douglas (JD) moves back to Seattle after being away for a few years and hopes to stay with a friend who offered him his couch a while back, if he ever made it home. However, when he arrives at his friend's place he finds that his friend no longer lives there but his friend's attractive ex-girlfriend (Maya), who kindly enough lets him stay with her until he can get his feet under him again. During their time together, they become very close. So close that JD believes that they could possible grow into something more but Maya has been keeping a secret that could tear them apart once it comes out. Will they be able to weather the storm brewing from Maya's secret? Or will it actually tear them apart for good?

My Story Review : 3.5 out of 5 stars, this is about a guy who is trying to settle back into a life that'll work for him while thinking he might be falling in love. I could not get enough of JD! He is sweet, charming, creative, and a hard worker. My only issue with the story is Maya because of her aloofness. I mean I understand her reasoning, and if she didn't act the way she did there wouldn't have been much of a story, yet I didn't like it and it made me not like her.

Author's Story Extras : New Anthology Book Release!

Story Teaser :
She pounced on a donut-shaped hole with raised edges and demonstrated the technique with her own shovel, plunging it straight down, rocking it back and forth in the heavy sand, and finally bringing up a large, smooth clam with an oval shell decorated with brown concentric rings. Its neck poked out on one side like a fat white tongue. “Bingo,” she said, shaking it off and dropping it into her bucket.
JD glanced into her bucket and counted nine razor clams, compared to his paltry three. “You’re showing me up. A snip of a girl like you. It’s embarrassing.”
She slapped him on the arm, her green eyes dancing. “You must be off your game today. First one to get to fifteen clams wins.”~ within Chapter 4
For more information on this book and/or any other books by Clare, then please check out her website. To find out more about this anthology then click here.



"What’s Wrong with Mr. Perfect?" [A Seattle Anthology, Novella 5] by Sherri Shaw

My Story Summary : Set in 2012 -- While at the Pike Street Market Ivy contemplates finding "Mr. Perfect" while getting produce for her restaurant. A vendor overhears her contemplation and gives her a necklace saying it'll help her find her own "Mr. Perfect." However, when "Mr. Perfect" (aka Sam Rockney a quarterback for the Seattle Pioneers) arrives at her restaurant everything seems a bit too good to be true. Will she find Sam's actually hiding something or is he really just perfect for her?

My Story Review : 4 out of 5 stars, it's about a girl who's trying not to let her past mistakes rule her life while finding her own "Mr. Perfect" in the process. I thoroughly enjoyed watching Ivy and Sam's relationship grow throughout the story! It's a sweet romance you can't help but want to read. Plus, for those of you who enjoy reading about supernatural instances this one doesn't have a lot but it has enough to please!

Story Teaser :
“Chef, we need you out in the dining room.”
“Now?” Ivy fought a wave of panic. “My sous chef isn’t—”
“I’m sorry, but we need to keep on schedule if you want to open for lunch on time,” the chipper assistant said.
“Not a problem,” Sam said, moving beside Ivy. “I’ll start this.”
“Don’t you have an appointment this morning?” she asked, torn between guilt and obligation.
“Now what kind of a boyfriend would I be if I abandoned you in a moment of crisis?”
“A pretty crappy one, I suppose.” ~ within Chapter 5
For more information on this book and/or any other books by Sherri, then please check her out on the Goodreads' website. To find out more about this anthology then click here.



"Aftershocks" [A Seattle Anthology, Novella 6] & [Six Alarm Sexy Series, Novella 1] by Kristine Cayne

My Story Summary : Set in 2014 -- Now five years after they got married Erica and Jamie are going through a divorce that is if Jamie will ever sign the papers. They both are desperately still in love with each other but they have grown apart and they don't know how to bridge the gap between them anymore. That is until an earthquake throws them together and it'll take them both to pitch in and save their young daughter's life. If they can earn each other's trust again, maybe they can get their marriage work again, and a whole lot more as long as they can make it through the aftershock of it all.

My Story Review : 5 out of 5 stars -- Hot, spicy, and exciting is how this prequel to Ms. Cayne's upcoming series Six Alarm Sexy is!! I loved this story; the sparks between Erica and Jamie are combustible! As well as the endearing quality of reading about a couple, who want to stay together but just don't know how and it takes a drastic tragedy to shake them up. I can't wait to see where these two go in "Under His Command," book 1 of the Six Alarm Sexy Series!

Author's Series Extras : Help Me Name My New Firefighter Series! | New Firefighter Series Title - Vote For Your Favorites! | Kristine Cayne's New Firefighter Series - Title Poll Results | Kristine Cayne's New Firefighter Series - Title Poll Results | Cover Reveal - Under His Command by Kristine Cayne

Story Teaser :
“Careful, Dani,” Jamie warned. “We don’t want this pile of crap coming down on you.”
“I always am, LJ. You know that.” Dani laughed and the sound made Erica grit her teeth. She could just imagine what else the woman was always careful about. She pushed away from Jamie’s side, sick at the thought that the woman her husband was sleeping with was saving her daughter’s life. Unfortunately, when she stepped back she tripped and fell smack against Hollywood. An arm as hard as iron snapped around her waist, pulling her firmly against the man’s granite-like chest. ~ within Chapter 4
For more information on this book and/or any other books by Kristine, then please check out her website. To find out more about this anthology then click here.



My Book Review : For the full book I give it 3.92 out of 5 stars! Each one of these stories were intriguing in their own way and I loved reading about this family! I will say that I'm curious as to how the two authors that are expanding on their stories will take their characters.

I would recommend this anthology to anyone who enjoys contemporary romances, thriller/mystery romances, historical romances, and/or slightly supernatural romances! =0)

Authors' Anthology Extras : We’re going on a blog tour! | Romance in the Rain: A Seattle Anthology - Released Today! | Romance in the Rain - Happy Release Day!! | Novella published! | Opening day of Romance in the Rain blog tour! | Launch Day!

For more information on this Anthology, then please check out the website.



Book Excerpts :

"Splendor in the Moss" [A Seattle Anthology, Novella 1] by Charlotte Russell
After telling the dog to stay, he steered her away from the Jensens’ cabin, towards the woods to the south. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Giving me the time of day. You were gone for such a long while, I wasn’t certain you’d come back.”
“I had to fight my better judgment.”
James laughed. He couldn’t put on airs around Mattie if he tried. ~ within Chapter 7

"Final Approach" [A Seattle Anthology, Novella 2] & [Flight Risk Series, Novella 1] by Marianne Stillings
"You were there." Caldwell's voice was quiet as though he were speaking to a timid child. He took a step toward her. "You saw it, didn't you. Didn't you, Charlie?" Another step. And another. Suddenly, he was standing before her and she was standing, too, and his arms came around her as she pressed her head against his strong shoulder and for the first time in a year, she felt safe. Safe enough to relive the agony—and let it go. Safe enough to let someone be strong—so she could be weak. Safe enough—to cry.
And so she did. ~ within Chapter 3

"Shelter From The Storm" [A Seattle Anthology, Novella 4] by Clare Tisdale
A shadow crossed the window, and JD looked up in time to see a seagull fly by. Beyond the downtown high rises, the waters of the Puget Sound lay brooding, glazed by morning mist. Much as JD hated starting over again, he realized that if he had to, he'd rather do it here than anywhere else. Seattle was his home; he belonged here. Maya and her beach house had helped confirm that for him. ~ within Chapter 2

"What’s Wrong with Mr. Perfect?" [A Seattle Anthology, Novella 5] by Sherri Shaw
"Somehow I can’t picture you as a nerd.” You’re too perfect, Ivy silently added, fingering the amulet at her throat.
It hummed under her fingertips as the vendor’s words skated across her mind, If you truly want to find the perfect man, and restore your faith in true love, then this necklace will be your good luck talisman.” She dropped her hand, shaking off the crazy notion. It was merely a coincidence that she wished to meet the man of her dreams and Sam showed up. The necklace had nothing to do with it.
Right? ~ within Chapter 2

"Aftershocks" [A Seattle Anthology, Novella 6] & [Six Alarm Sexy Series, Novella 1] by Kristine Cayne
Adrenaline surging through her system, Erica hung onto the doorjamb as the quake rocked the old courthouse. The building swayed and groaned, windows rattled and shattered as the earth continued to tremble. Cracks raced across the ceiling and plaster dust showered down, covering everything in a thin white film. She’d lived in Seattle all her life but had never experienced a quake as powerful as this one.
And her daughter was all alone. ~ within Chapter 2



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