Sunday, 30 June 2013

Author Hot Seat Welcomes JC Szot

Today we welcome fellow Siren author J C Szot to the hot seat. Her new release Painted Posts is out now and we have an excerpt for you all to read at the end of the interview. Okay, let's get started and see if we can make JC squirm with some tricky questions.

About your writing:

How did you get started as a writer?

I really began writing in the first person in my diary at the age of twelve. I still keep one but now I call it a journal. That sounds more mature-Lol. My seventh grade English teacher really got me rolling. She always gave a lot of writing assignments and said I had the "knack" for it. 

Why do you write?

I write to escape, unload my imagination which never rests, and to entertain myself as well as others, hopefully. 

Have you ever had a day you wanted to quit and never write again?

Oh yes... There's been a few of those. I've had a few slumps over the years. My longest lasted almost three months. It was after my husband became ill. I just couldn't focus. I became so anxious that I'd forget how to do it. My dear friend and fellow author, GA Hauser said my characters would eventually call me back, and she was right. 

Do you feel lucky to be doing what you are doing?

Yes. It is an honor and a privilege to have a publisher accept your work. After years of rejection I feel fortunate.

How did you get to where you are today?

By not giving up. Again, my hat is off to GA Hauser. When my work was being rejected she counseled me many times, reminding me to never give up. She also granted me space in the back of her fiftieth novel- "Black Leather Phoenix" I wrote a short M/M story-titled- "Breaking Chains" for which she added in the back of her celebratory release. I was floored and honored.

How do your family/spouses react to your work as an author? Do they know what you write?  

They do.  My husband teases me and sometimes wishes we were my characters-Lol.
 My mother and sister have read my material. They're supportive, but sometimes deep down I'm not sure what they really think, but the support is there so I guess that's all that matters.

About you:

What are you passionate about in life?

Good health and having what I need. I take one day at a time and try not to obsess about the future. We only have so much control.  
If you had to give a thank-you speech at the Oscars, who would you thank and what would you say?

I would thank GA Hauser and Loose-Id for giving me my first chance and then Siren Publications for accepting the ten books I've released through them. It's a privilege no writer takes for granted.

What are the three most important life lessons you’ve learned that might make life easier for others?

If you want to step out and do something, DO IT! Don't wait until you're forty like I did. Also...don't- DO NOT listen to the negative feedback of others. Their negativity is their own insecurity talking . Lastly, take the road less traveled. There's a heck of a lot more room. :)

If you could trade places with any other person for a week, famous or not famous, living or dead, real or fictional. Whom would it be and why?

I would trade places with my character, Ella Rowen who inherits her Uncle's home in my latest release, Painted Posts. The house is on Delaware Bay in Cape May, NJ. My dream is to have a small bungalow with an outdoor writing nook overlooking the water.

What's the worst thing you did as a kid?

I bullied my sister. Today we're great friends, but I was not nice. Hopefully I'm making up for that in our adult life.

What do you do to have fun?

I love to read. Occasionally I enjoy baking. I'm diligent about writing in my journal, which I enjoy. I still work a few hours a week outside the home so between my works in progress, promotion and networking sometimes there's not enough time for other things.

Share a funny incident in your life.

After a few drinks at a party when I was much younger I was trying to explain the story of Anne of Green Gables. I of course was slurring my words and referred to Anne of Green Gables as Barbara Gombles.  When my girlfriend reads this interview she'll probably wet her pants. We've been howling about it ever since.
Fun Stuff:

If Hollywood made a movie about your life, who would you like to see play the lead role as you?

That's a tough one. I'm not very glamorous. Actually... I don't know.

If you were a type of food, what type of food would you be?

Something healthy like fruit or granola. I'd hate to be a piece of cake and torture everyone all the time- Lol- but then again, if I were a dessert I'd always be attractive. That can go either way.

What is your favorite color- food- song- movie?

Green is my favorite color, all shades of. My favorite food is baked ziti and meatballs. Movies? There's a few. I'll have to go with The Shawshank Redemption. The Rolling Stones- Satisfaction is the best rock and roll song of all time- for me.

What's the funniest pick up line ever used on you?

"Haven't we met before? My sister had a party last week- weren't you there?"

What's the one thing you can't live without?

My laptop.

And finally:

You are driving along in your car on a wild, stormy night, it's raining heavily, when suddenly you pass by a bus stop, and you see three people waiting for a bus:
                       -An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.
                       -An old friend who once saved your life.
                       -The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.
You can only fit one person in your car, who would you choose to offer a ride to?

I'd have to go with the elderly woman. A heavy conscience and regrets are hard to live with.

Thank you, Jan for having me today. It's been a pleasure.

Thanks for being here Justine, it's been fun. Before we go here is a sneak peak at Painted Posts by JC Szot. 

Story blurb: Painted Posts
Tired of dead-end jobs and a portfolio sitting idle, when Ella Rowen unexpectedly inherits her uncle’s house, she abruptly relocates. Bombarded with change and apprehensive about becoming a homeowner, Ella takes the first job that’s offered. An invitation to join her boss for a drink at the local bar leads to a careless one-night stand. Forced to quit her job due to the awkward aftermath and her impulsive decisions has Ella back at her starting point. Enter, Jayden Preston, her handsome neighbor. Jayden becomes the object of Ella’s desire, as well as the lens of her camera. As their connection intensifies, a leaky roof leads Ella to making a discovery in her uncle’s attic that sends her into a tailspin. When Jayden’s roommate shares information pertaining to her uncle’s past, Jayden struggles with his position, afraid of ruining a relationship that has him head over heels. Will disclosing hidden secrets prevent any damage or tear them apart?
Excerpt - Painted Posts

“I wanted to introduce myself. I’m Jayden Preston. I live over there.” He pointed. “My roommate, Brian, owns the place.” Jayden extended his hand.
“I’m Ella Rowen. It’s nice to meet you.”
Their fingers threaded together, her skin like a brush of silk. Jayden didn’t want her to have to wrestle with the thought of whether to invite him in or not.
“Wanna take a walk? The sunset’s amazing.” Jayden checked her expression. Her lips eased into a welcome smile.
“Sure, let me get my sandals,” Ella said.
“You don’t need them. See?” Jayden pointed to his feet. “Sand’s nice and cool now.”
“Okay.” She turned and slid the door closed. Jayden waved her on, following her down the stairs and onto the beach.
A cool breeze blew off the water, lifting her hair. Jayden snuck in as many sideward glances as he could, hoping he was getting away with it. Her skin was gorgeous, so milky it glowed, and those eyes. They were a pale blue. When he looked into them, he felt an intense pull. As they trudged through the sand, Jayden eyed the curved flexing of muscle on what he noticed was a fine pair of legs. His insides quivered with excitement.
Damp, salty air coated his hair, weighing it down over his brows. He searched his thoughts, needing to engage in some get-to-know-you conversation. Her beauty was hindering his skills. All the rehearsing he’d done had been blown to pieces two seconds after she’d opened the door.
“So you just moved in…Where’re you from?” He slowed his strides, wanting her body aligned with his.
“I’m from Bangor, Pennsylvania. I’m just about settled in,” she told him. “It was sort of a spur-of-the-moment thing.” Her eyes danced around him, lowering back down to the sand.
“How do you like it so far?” Jayden dipped his toes into the water. Ella did the same, meeting his eyes.
“It’s beautiful here.”
“It is.” The lapping water filled the pause for a moment. Her next question caught him off guard, teasing an eagerness he felt he should restrain. He’d been noticed.
“I saw you the other day. You train dogs.” Ella smiled. Her lower lip was full, tempting enough to bite.
“Yeah, I work for The Seeing Eye. You must’ve seen me downtown?” Jayden felt his mouth pulling into a smile. His eyes sank into hers, taking a casual cruise down her sensual neck. Jayden fed his urge as nonchalantly as possible. He drank in the flesh of her chest and the slight pillows of her breasts. I’m gonna have to tie my hands together.
“Yeah, I was on my way to apply for a job,” Ella said. Her voice had a raspy tone to it, very sexy.
“You landed a job already?” Jayden faced her, the wet sand grainy between his toes.
“I was surprised, too. I got a job answering phones and making appointments at Brahman Restoration.” A wide smile spread across her lovely mouth.
“How do you like it?” he asked.
Ella lifted a shoulder. “It’s okay, but I’d rather be taking pictures,” she confessed.
“You’re a photographer then?” Jayden moved away from the waterline and sat down, gesturing to a spot on the sand. Ella sat next to him. Her hair blew back off her face, giving him a clear view of her angled cheekbones and arched brows.
“It’s a hobby, but…”
“Hey, a lot of people who claim a talent’s just a hobby wind up being quite good at their craft.”
Ella reclined back in the sand, crossing her shapely legs. Darkness bled across the water, turning the bay into a shimmering pool of ink.
“What’s your specialty?” Jayden asked, his inquiry hesitant. He didn’t want to push, but his mind was running. All of a sudden he wanted to know everything about this girl. She looked to be his age, midtwenties. She shifted in the sand and faced him.
“I snap everything.” She grinned. “Tell me about the dogs. That’s so cool.”
Jayden explained what it was that he did with the dogs—how he trained them, and how people in the community fostered the puppies until they were a certain age, preparing them to become a Seeing Eye dog.
“The dogs have to be a certain age before you can begin training them. They also need to have the right temperament. That’s huge.” Ella’s eyes narrowed at the gust of wind that rushed off the bay. Her light laughter tickled his insides. Her next statement had his dick jumping with glee.
“I have to confess that I did see you my first night here,” she admitted, chewing her lower lip, her expression worried. “You were playing Frisbee with your dog. The lighting was too perfect. I just had to…”
Jayden laughed. “You photographed me?” He felt his jaw fall.
Ella nodded. “I did. I’m sorry. If you want the pictures, I’ll give them to you,” she said, her voice wavering.
Jayden couldn’t help but laugh as Ella vacillated after conceding to her indiscretions.
“I’d like to see them, but you can keep them,” he insisted.
“It’s not polite to photograph subjects without their consent. I do have ethics,” Ella told him, her tone now serious.
“Hey.” Jayden lifted a hand. “No problem. I’ll pose for you anytime.” His mouth went dry, her presence intoxicating.
“Really?” Her face lifted, her eyes widening. “I got some great shots that day,” Ella said, tracing her finger through the sand.
“Which dog did I have?” Jayden soaked up her animation.
“It was a black Lab. I’m guessing that you can’t keep the dogs at your house?”
“No. If you want to join the puppy-raising program to prepare them for training, you can. You get to keep them for up to eighteen months,” Jayden explained.
“Giving them back must be hard,” Ella sighed.
“It can be, but you know that going in. Just think of the disabled person you’ll be helping, that helps. The older ones stay at training headquarters. Those are the ones I’m allowed to play with. They need to get out and run. I can’t have any animals at the house because my roommate, Brian, is allergic to pet dander.” Jayden laughed. “It’s sort of ironic. I find the perfect roommate, but can’t bring in a dog.”
“That’s too bad. At least you get to work and play with them. To give someone that gift must be an awesome feeling.”
“It is. We’ve helped a lot of veterans as well. That was Jordan you photographed, the black Lab. We just placed her. That was our swan-song romp. She’s a great dog.” Jayden glanced away, feeling the emotion grip him for a moment. Ella’s soft voice washed it all away, healing him like a homeopathic tonic. Her beauty and grace was all natural. He was smitten already, and all it took was one fucking walk through the sand.
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Friday, 14 June 2013

Special Guest Author - Raven McAllan

Today we have a very special guest on the blog, Raven McAllan. Raven's book, Master was released on the 5th June and I've invited her here today to tell us a little bit about the book and how she came to write it. Take it away Raven :)

Hi all, I'm somewhat excited about the release of Master. It's a book that had very definite idea on how it was going to go. Seriously I wasn't sure at times if I could write their story, and do it justice. Anna and Caden's route to happiness isn't at all straight, or easy.
I get so involved with my characters, and boy do I feel their angst. These two have more than most. Caden is a Dominant, Anna, is a sub…or is she? As they try to sort out their lives and their relationship—if they even have one—was a roller-coaster of a ride. I only hope I've done it justice.
What I will say, is I suspect you'll love or hate their story, that it may touch a nerve at times, and you might wish it hadn't. You might even cry. I love it (well it'd be awful if I didn't, after all they let me write it), and it did strike a chord, several chords in fact. And yes I did cry whilst I was typing. There was one bit I had to check over and over for typo's, as I'd typed with teary eyes.
But as it's a romance, well there's got to be a HEA, or HFN…or does there? Well you'll have to read Master to find out…
 Master is available now from, and will also be available from Amazon, Allromance eBooks and Bookstrand.
 If you're like me, you like to be nosy…and why not eh? So how about the blurb and a tease? Just to get you started. 

Master by Raven McAllan

The blurb... 
Cade and Anna are both caught in the same nightmare...
 When Anna ran from Cade fifteen years ago, his pride stopped him from going after her, but he had never forgotten his wife and sub.
When he finds her again at a BDSM club in Glasgow, he is determined to get answers.
Anna ran from Cade, convinced she cannot be the sub he needs. Plagued by nightmares her only way to cope is to reject her need to submit.
When she is forced to confront her fears, can Cade and Anna find common ground, or is the nightmare simply going to continue?

An excerpt…
 She stopped speaking again. Bloody hell, we'll be here for a week come Tuesday if she doesn't get a move on. Cade held his tongue. He'd wait for a while.
"Um, okay, I've done a lot of thinking. And I know now, that it wasn't everything we did that I hated. In fact, quite a lot made me more than hot and bothered." She giggled, and Cade saw the younger woman she'd been, before she sobered suddenly. "And a lot made me feel sick. It's sorting out which is which that's difficult. Will you help me?"
She stared at him, and his body tensed as if he was waiting for a blow. That was stupid. It was Di … no, Anna, for goodness sake.
"Anna, love, I'd be proud to. Tell me what you need, what you want, and how I can serve."
His choice of words made her giggle—or something did. Yeah, that'll be the day. "Okay, I need to try to see what I can do. No worse than that. Oh hell, Cade, I need to see what would satisfy you. Therefore." She took a deep breath, and Cade watched as perspiration dotted her brow. "Um, I want … will you do things?"
How the hell could he answer that? "What sort of things, love?"
 Anna nibbled her nail. Cade forced himself not to grab her hands and demand she stop. This had to be her show.
"Well." She tucked her head to one side, something he remembered her doing when she was deep in thought. "Will you handcuff me and make me come?" she asked in a hurry, her words tumbling over each other. "I bloody loved that."
He waited to see if she would say anything else. She didn't, so it was all up to him.
"If I do that for you, what else?"
She stared at him like a rabbit caught in a trap. "How do you mean?"
"If I handcuff you, how do you want me to make you come?"
It was obvious she hadn’t thought that far. Anna stared at him and licked her lips. "I don't understand. I mean you'll make me come."
Cade closed his eyes so she wouldn't see his frustration. "Oh I understand that. But in what way? Tied?  Over a bench, blindfolded? Making you fuck yourself? You need to be more explicit, Anna. I don't know at which point the 'I loved it' became the 'I hated it'. If I'm to help you here, I need a little bit of direction."
Anna looked startled. "But you're the Dom. Don't you tell me?"
Oh shit.
"If I do, love, we might not get any further. What I want could perhaps be three steps too far. So you tell me. Do I shackle your handcuffs? What do you want?" He paused took out a bottle of water from his desk drawer and had a swig of water.  "This time, let's assume there's no Dom and no sub and only a beautiful lady asking her man to play." Would she go for that?
Anna wandered around the room, not really looking at anything, but he could sense her mind whirling. Then she stopped dead, swiveled, and walked to stand in front of him.
"If I cry ‘red’?" she demanded. "What then?"
"Then we stop. I'm past trying to persuade you. What I want here is secondary, I reckon. You know what I want. We need to work out what I need." Who the hell knew if that chasm could be breached? It seemed as unlikely as snow in the Sahara. Cade stopped talking. "It's up to you, love. We need to see what you want to give as well. I'm happy to follow your lead for now. But we both know, for me to meekly sit back and watch as you destroy anything we might have is so not going to happen. I want to fill you, bind you to me with more than physical ties, and hear you cry out for me. Can you cope with that?"
He watched her go through the colors of the rainbow on her skin, and swallowed. Hell’s bells, she does that a lot, and it sends my body to high alert. Promises, promises.
"Can you, love?" He pressed her for an answer, because he had to know. His skin was so tight that he thought if she touched it she'd bounce.
God almighty, even the air held its breath. It was getting to be a habit.
Slowly, Anna nodded. "I need to try. Hell, Cade, I love you, and I want you. Whether that's enough, who knows? But really, honestly, I want to try. So can we?"
His heart swelled, and he wanted to punch the air. Yes!
"I reckon so, love. I reckon so. Now, if I say assume the position, just for me, can you? Will you?"
 Ana smiled, the enticing smile of a siren home from the sea. With a graceful movement, she knelt in front of him, put her hands behind her back and dipped her head.
"Oh, I reckon…" The muscles in her neck moved convulsively. "Well, I reckon. Yes, Sir."
Cade thought all his birthdays had come at once. Surely, surely this was a good start. He hardly dared look at Anna in case he saw desperation or negativity on her face.
Come on, act the part. Look and help her, that's your remit. You're a bloody Master, for goodness’ sake, so be one. Cade gave himself a minute to collect his thoughts before he turned to the woman who kneeled in front of him. As he watched, a faint tremor shuddered through her. So she wasn't really comfortable. That little movement made him stiffen his resolve. He would push and prod, and see if they could come up with a compromise.

 About Raven...
 Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.
Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

More nosy links… 
You can find out more about Raven here…

Thanks for being here today and sharing a little bit about Master, Raven. It certainly looks like a great read and I wish you all the best for it's success. 

Tuesday, 11 June 2013

Writing Therapy! ~ Who will I kill today?

I was recently asked to participate on a writer friends blog. She wanted to know if I ever include real life experiences in my writing, take a look at how I, and lots of other authors answered by visiting ~ Laurie Roma ~: ~ Symposium: Writing Therapy! ~:

Friday, 7 June 2013

Bad Boys of Romance Giveaway Hop

I don't know who first said you've gotta love the bad boy but for eons it seems to have been true. Personally I'm going to stick to romance bad boys from now on rather than real ones, the real life ones never seem to work out, not that I'm surprised about that. But a romance bad boy, that's a different story all together.

So what is it about a bad boy that attracts so many of us? The answer is...I don't know. Research often talks about women being attracted to the element of danger associated with a guy from the wrong side of the tracks. Theories of women wanting to rebel against society or family, opposites attracting and Florence Nightingale syndromes, where women need to save or fix whatever makes our bad boy the way he is abound. The theories may be true, as I said, I have know idea. I just know I like what I like and bad boys do it for me. It does pose some difficulty when writing romance though, especially when Florence Nightingale raises her ugly head.

While I was writing Finding Angel I became so attached to my villain that his role in the book changed significantly from the original story I'd plotted. In short, I redeem him somewhat. As I got to know him I couldn't do anything other than offer him a modicum of salvation. My villain,  Adrian Hastings is a crime boss, he's involved in some horrible activities but as the book progressed I learnt he had the capacity to love and, as he'd aged he'd grown, changed, even regretted some of his actions. Yes he was a villain, a bad boy, but there was something endearing about him. 

 If you'd like to decide about Adrian for yourself, enter the competition below to win a copy of Finding Angel. All you need to do is comment below and answer this question...Which "bad boy" revs your motor? Is it a hero or a villain or even a secondary character? Remember to include your email address when you comment.

Excerpt: Finding Angel

Angel woke with a start as she felt a hand run up her stocking-covered leg. She was just about to scream when a large hand covered her mouth, and she thought she saw the glint of steel out of the corner of her eye.
“Samuel,” she gasped in her semi awake state as the hand tightened over her mouth.
“Hello, Angel, you look particularly ravishing. I hope you wore that dress for me,” Adrian said, one hand still firmly over her mouth and the other climbing slowly up toward her thigh. “Do you promise me that you won’t scream if I take my hand away?”
Angel nodded beneath his grip, Adrian removed his hand from her mouth.
“You look incredibly tempting this morning.” Adrian smiled down at her. He ran his hand down the side of her face and neck before letting it roam around the cleavage at the top of her dress. Angel tried to sit up, attempting to push him away as she shimmied closer to the head of the bed.
“What are you doing here, Adrian?” Angel’s voice was flat and emotionless. She realised the lounge room light was on, casting a soft light into the bedroom. She had been sleeping so peacefully before his intrusion. “How did you get in here, and who is in the lounge room?”
“I used my key, and I’m here alone. I put the light on when I walked in, but you didn’t wake up. You were sleeping like a baby. I made myself a drink, had a look around, and decided that you were definitely the most interesting thing in this whole house. By the way, you haven’t said you’re happy to see me.” Adrian smirked.
“I’m not, and how do you have a key to my house?” Angel pushed his hand out from under her dress. “Stop touching me and tell me what you want,” she demanded as forcefully as she could.
Adrian stood up, removing his jacket and hanging it on the handle of the wardrobe. He walked around the other side of the bed and lay down next to her.
“I want many things from you, Angel, but mainly I want to talk.” He rolled onto one elbow to face her. “I want to say thank you for finding the information that Samuel had in regard to me. Did you read any of it before you called me?”
“No, Adrian, I just assumed when I saw pictures of you in the envelope that it must have been what you were looking for. I didn’t read any of the papers because I didn’t want to know anything about you. I have no intention of knowing anything in case you feel I may be some sort of threat. I happen to value my life,” Angel responded honestly.
“You are very wise. I knew you were more than a pretty face. The only problem is you didn’t give me everything that I wanted. You see, I am missing an accounts ledger, and Samuel had it before he passed away.” Adrian moved closer to Angel. The smell of his expensive aftershave tantalised her senses. If nothing else, Adrian always smelt delicious. “You don’t happen to know where that might be, do you?”
“I didn’t find any ledger. I gave you everything I found. Anything I didn’t give you is in garbage bags in Samuel’s bedroom.” Angel moved slightly, trying to extend the distance between Adrian and her. She’d be damned if she’d give into the urge to nuzzle into the crook of his neck just to take in more of his scent. Moving away was the best option to relieve the strange desire to do so. Not wanting to let her go anywhere, Adrian placed his arm around her waist and pulled her closer until he had her virtually underneath him.
“I collected that rubbish earlier tonight, just in case you overlooked something important while you were cleaning up.” He nuzzled his head into her neck, brushing against her hair with his face. “You do smell so nice. I’d rather fuck you than kill you, Angel. I need that ledger.”
Angel couldn’t believe he had just placed her right where she didn’t want to be, surrounded by the delicious smell of that aftershave that was now mixed with male body heat as he lay against her.
“I don’t have it, Adrian, and I would certainly rather be fucked than killed.” Angel knew it was a stupid thing to say, but she was starting to get anxious, and strangely aroused…Good God, she was never going to drink again. All she had to do was keep her wits about her. If she did the wrong thing, Adrian would kill her without even blinking. He was that kind of man.
“Take your time and give a little thought as to where it might be…I’m in no rush.” Adrian kissed the side of her neck before looking into her eyes. “Where would Samuel keep a ledger?”
Angel felt Adrian’s hand move from her waist upward, cupping her breast. He smiled at her as her nipple hardened under the tight bodice. His fingers flicked over the tiny bump a few times only moving away after he had elicited a reluctant little moan from Angel’s lips.
“Are you thinking about what I asked, Angel?” His hand left her breast and slid firmly down over her abdomen.
“Yes.” Angel hated the fact that he had aroused her. She reminded herself that she hated this man, feared him. She wanted nothing to do with him.

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65.A.R. Von DreamZ of Dragons (INT)66.Crystal's Many Reviews
67.Susan Wicked Writing68.Buku-Buku Didi (INT)
69.Natasha Blackthorne (US)70.Jess Dee (INT)
71.Under the Covers (INT)72.R. Lee Smith
73.Natalie-Nicole Bates (INT)74.Christine Murphy - Sphinx Warriors Series (US)
75.Basia's Bookshelf (INT)76.BookHounds (INT)
77.Dianne Duvall, Paranormal Romance Author (INT)78.Twisting Minds One Word at a Time (INT)
79.Bibliophile Mystery (INT)80.Jess Buffett (INT)
81.Passionat Encounters82.Lisa Carlisle
83.Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews84.I am, Indeed (US)
85.Buffy's Ramblings86.RomFan Recuews
87.This is not your mother's romance(INT)88.Sarah M?kel?
89.Celebrate Bad Boys with All Romance90.Sharon Kleve's Romantic Ramblings
91.Anne Lange (CAN/US)92.Tasha Blackstone Erotic Romance (INT)
93.Victoria Pinder94.Readers Confession
95.Mandy Earles  

Monday, 3 June 2013

Sizzling Summer Reads

One of the years major romance events has started over at The Romance Reviews (TRR), and today is your chance to win a copy of Edible Delights Vol 1. 

I love the Sizzling Summer Reads event, it's a great opportunity to spot new books to read, discover new authors you may not have heard of and also win great prizes. The event lasts all month, with hundreds of participants and the giveaways flow on a daily basis, culminating in a major prize draw at the end of the month. 

Today you can win a PDF copy of Edible Delights Vol 1. It's a new anthology featuring my latest novella, All You Can Eat, along with three other erotically charged food themed story by Australian Authors. 

All you have to do is pop on over to TRR's event by clicking on this link: Sizzling Summer Reads Event, answer the multiple choice question about Edible Delights and you'll go in the draw. 

Good luck to everyone who enters.