Country Music and the Story

Country Music and the Story.

Grand Prize Winners of Casey’s Gunslinger Giveaways Announced! #giveaways #Amazon #prizes #books

Congratulations to the winners of Catherine Wolffe’s grand prize drawing for Casey’s Gunslinger‘s release.  The event was so much fun and we had so many readers drop by!  I asked each person to share several links and then share in the comment section of the grand prize post when they were done.  I’m pleased to announce we have three winners.  The first place winner will have the choice of three different prize packages.  The second place winner will pick between two awesome bundles and the third place winner will get a wonderful gift along with my utmost thanks for all their help!

First place goes to Kathy Osborn!        Second place goes to Michelle Thomas!    Third place goes to Angelina Brown!

Kathy Osborn will have her choice of one of the three bundles from me – Catherine Wolffe, Wendy Ely and Ally Thomas.

Michelle Thomas will choose between the remaining two bundles and Angelina Brown will receive the remaining prize packet.

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The Romance Reviews’ 3rd Anniversary Party in March! #free #western #romance

Come join the party!  The Romance Reviews is turning 3!  To celebrate, a super colossal group of over 200 romance authors are giving away free books!  Check out the link:

Click on the picture to check out the celebration and the authors participating!

I’ll be giving away an ebook copy of Comanche Haven, The Loflin Legacy series, # 1.

Click on the picture to check out Comanche Haven at Amazon.
Click on the picture to check out Comanche Haven at Amazon.

 Don’t miss the chance to win!  Mark your calendar and drop by.   Here’s the link to the game we’ll be playing as well as the 200 plus participating authors: http://www.theromancereviews.com/event.php

See you there!

I Kissed a Ghost by Robin Leigh Morgan

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Welcome Robin Leigh Morgan and enjoy our interview.

Robin, tell us about yourself, please.

I’m a retired NYC employee who’s been married for 20 years, no children. We have two cats. I released my first YA Paranormal romance endeavor [“I Kissed a Ghost”] on December 20, 2012 with the KINDLE following on May 12, 2013.  If anyone is interested in reading several UNEDITED SNIPPETS from “I Kissed a Ghost”, you’re invited to check the Ghostly Whispers category on my sites. I have 14 snippets which you can read.

 

How did you come up with the title for your book? Selecting a title for a book had been a very challenging experience for me; but after racking my brain over it, I decided to merely summarize the premise for the entire story in as few words as possible until I had something which could be used as the title for my book. Hence, since the story is about a girl [Mary] and her kissing the ghost [George] she had living in her house; the story had to be called, “I Kissed a Ghost.”

Here’s a small spoiler for the book: The last four words of the book is the book’s title.

Who designed the covers? The cover for “I Kissed a Ghost” was designed by CreateSpace/

What are your current or WIP projects? Besides returning to the Contemporary which I’d started over 10 years ago, but never comfortable with what I’d written, I also love to write Flash Fiction. I usually respond each week to the prompt word Lillie McFerrin gives her readers each on her site. The challenge is using the prompt word to write a Five Sentence Fiction. You’re invited to read my endeavors on any of my blog / web sites under the category of Five Sentence Fiction, and to leave your comments.  Five of my Five Sentence Fictions, with a little tweaking, are now scheduled to be published in anthology of short stories involving HIV/AIDS as its theme.

Can you share a little of your current work [WIP] with us? The title of my current manuscript is “His Darkest Secret” [an adult Contemporary with a paranormal element running through parts of the storyline.]

Can you share a little of your current work [WIP] with us?  From Chapter 1 – “His Darkest Secret” [UNEDITED]

…Amazed with another coincidence in the short period of time since Warren first rang her doorbell Jessica became more inquisitive.

“Do you know why he chose you?” inquired Jessica.

“Unfortunately I can’t really think of any. We spoke a few times on the phone; and a few weeks later I received a contract in the mail from Mr. Griffith with a check attached to it,” replied Warren with a blank look on his face. “I merely signed the contract and sent it back.”

Hearing this Jessica quickly picked up a photo of Bill from her desk and showed it to Warren, “Here’s what he looked like.”

“Yes. I did meet him once. If I remember correctly, he worked for the company who hired me for the conversion I just showed you.”

“Interesting. Very interesting.”

“Would you know how to get in touch with him?”           

Jessica hesitated for a moment as emotions began to takeover.

“I’m afraid you can’t contact him now.”

“May I ask why?”

With a melancholic tone in her voice Jessica replied “We’d lived together for two years; but about fourteen months ago, a month before we were to be married, he died.”   

Warren couldn’t believe Jessica’s answer and felt compelled to inquire, “Did you just say he died?”

“I did.”

A look of total disbelief and shock came over Warren.

“If he’s dead…then how–then how did I get this letter? And why now, so long after he has died?”

“I’ve received several letters from him since his death, and I’ve stopped trying to figure it out. But there’s one thing which is certain whenever I’ve receive one, something important is about to happen in my life.”

“I guess I must be the next important thing in your life” replied Warren jokingly, eyeing Jessica as he spoke.

“You might be correct Mr. Ashton. This time there might be something important about to happen in your life. You got his letter, didn’t you?”

Jessica had no way of knowing it at this time; her words would soon become true not only for Warren, but herself as well.

“It’s quite an eerie feeling receiving a letter like this.”

“I know precisely how you feel.”    

What book are you reading now?  “Spirits of Christmas” by Nicky Wells.

Are you an Indie Author? If so, what do you like about independent publishing?    Yes, I did self-publish “I Kissed a Ghost.”  What I liked doing this is being able to be in control of the entire processing: Choosing the title as well as the cover, setting the price, controlling the distribution to name the basic reasons. Once you’ve received the proof copy of your novel you’ll feel gratified that you actually gave “birth” to your first novel, regardless of its genre.  You can open your proof copy to the middle of the book, stick your nose against the two pages, and inhale to smell the luscious aroma of the ink on the freshly printed pages. It will probably be something you’re going to remember for a very long time.

Do you have any advice for other writers?

My advice to all aspiring, not just those who wish to self-publish would be to: Ever give up living your dream of becoming a writer, I never did.  Before you start looking for a publisher or even an agent you MUST have your manuscript edited, granted the editor you select might miss a few minor points, but at least it’s now in a much more presentable condition.  Publishers want manuscript which can be easily edited by their own editing staff, without them having to correct countless misspellings and grammatical errors.  If all else fails take this advice and go the self-published route the way I did.

 

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Pushing the Line with Kimberly Kincaid

I am so excited to be hosting author, Kimberly Kincaid today.  Grab a cup of coffee and settle in for a Q&A with this very talented lady.

Kimberly Kincaid writes contemporary romance that splits the difference between sexy and sweet. When she’s not sitting cross-legged in an ancient desk chair known as “The Pleather Bomber”, she can be found practicing obscene amounts of yoga, whipping up anything from enchiladas to éclairs in her kitchen, or curled up with her nose in a book. Kimberly is a 2011 RWA Golden Heart® finalist who lives (and writes!) by the mantra that food is love. Her digital “line” series is all about the hot cops and sexy chefs of Brentsville, New York. She is also thrilled to have collaborated on a Christmas anthology with Donna Kauffman and Kate Angell, titled The Sugar Cookie Sweetheart Swap, to kick off her Pine Mountain foodie series with Kensington books, to be followed by her first full-length print novel, Turn Up the Heat. Kimberly resides in northern Virginia with her wildly patient husband and their three daughters. Visit her any time at www.kimberlykincaid.com or come check her out on Facebook (www.facebook.com/kimberly.kincaid1) and Twitter (@kimberlykincaid).

When I sat down with Kimberly, she was happy to answer a few questions for me.

What inspired you to write your first book?

I’ve always loved to write, and when I sat down four years ago to write that first book, it was for pure fun. I didn’t have a clue about plotting or pacing or even how to tag dialogue! But I knew I had stories to tell, so I joined Romance Writers of America and took some online classes, and I was thrilled when it only got more fun as I went. That first book is under my bed gathering dust, but it got me to book #2, which landed my agent. So I’ll always love that inspiration that got me started!

Do you have a specific writing style or approach to writing your books?

I think, first and foremost, that writing should be fun. So I approach all my books like they’re an adventure. I write full-time, so I also take each book very seriously. I usually start with my characters—who they are, what shapes them, what their life circumstances are, and how they’ll connect. Then I do research and toy with the plot. For me, the plot is so much more changeable than the characters! But I plan everything out before I start to write, complete with outlines and storyboards.

How did you come up with the title of your  book?

We already had a theme established with the “line” novellas. I usually come up with a short list, and for Pushing The Line it was no different. I bounced the ideas off my agent, her assistant, and my critique partners. My agent’s assistant is the one who came up with Pushing The Line, and I loved it on the spot.

What book are you reading now?

I love to read, and have many favorites! I just finished Kristen Callihan’s Shadowdance (the latest book in her Darkest London series), and am reading a KGI novel from Maya Banks’s backlist right now. My TBR is toppling, but I love  everything about it!

Can you share a little of your current work with us?

Pushing The Line is the fourth line novella, about a cocky firefighter who helps out a friend by taking over a side job at his contracting company. But he gets more than he bargained for when the owner of the candy store needing renovations is a sassy, sexy artist who challenges him at every turn.

Who designed your cover (s)?

My covers are a group effort, just like the titles. In the end, I picked the cover image (which is one of my favorites!), and photographer Robin Gansle did all the formatting.

Portrait of young attractive happy amorous couple in bedroom

Free-spirited artist Harper McGee is happy to go wherever the wind takes her…until her flight pattern sends her back to Brentsville, New York for her beloved grandmother funeral. Harper’s grief turns to shock, however, when she discovers her grandmother has named her sole proprietor of her candy shop, Luscious. But she has no intention of being anchored to one place, and anyway, she doesn’t know the first thing about running a kitchen or a business. Selling Luscious is the only viable option— until the shop catches fire due to old wiring. Fixing the damage requires major work, and if Harper wants to put it on the market, she needs major help.

Thrill-seeking firefighter Aaron Fisher has never walked away from a challenge or a friend. So when a fellow firefighter is hurt on a call and can’t complete a side job for his contracting company, Aaron’s quick to jump in. He’s done plenty of fix ‘er ups for his buddy in the past, and despite his silver spoon upbringing and his no-holds-barred attitude, swinging a hammer suits Aaron just fine. That is, until he discovers the client is the same impetuous woman he forcibly dragged from the flames of Brentsville’s local candy shop.

The more time Harper and Aaron spend at Luscious, the hotter their attraction burns, daring them both to shed their tough outer layers to reveal the tender desires beneath. But when a buyer makes Harper the offer of a lifetime, she must choose between roots and wings. Can two people who live in the moment learn to see past the moment, or will Aaron and Harper always live their lives pushing the line.

Thank you, Kimberly for dropping by today to visit with us.  It’s been a pleasure having you.

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Don’t miss the release party on January 10th.  Click on the book cover above for a link to the party!  See you there!

Casey’s Gunslinger Excerpt to Enjoy in Home for the Holidays Hop hosted by The Romance Troupe

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Home for the holidays is a special time when we all like to gather and share family love and fun.  One of the most requested recipes I get each year is for my dressing.  Here’s the recipe for dressing at our house.  

Cornbread Dressing

1 loaf toasted cornbread                                                                    salt and pepper to taste

6 cups finely chopped celery                                                           10 cups hot stock (chicken or turkey)

6 cups finely chopped onion                                                             enough hot water to make heavy mixture

6 raw eggs, well beaten

12 slices toast, crumbled

1 tsp. sage

Bake the cornbread until brown.  Stir all of the ingredients together with the cornbread.  Pour into a baking pan.  Bake at 325 degrees for approximately one hour and a half, or until brown.  You can check this like a cake.  This recipe is based on Justin Wilson’s #2 Cookbook:  Cookin’ Cajun.  Here’s the Amazon link:  http://tinyurl.com/lxajfpa

Now for something to read while the dressing cooks. 

I’m working on the second book in The Loflin Legacy Series.  Casey’s Gunslinger is the story of a young woman who discovers her father abandoned her as a baby.  She grew up in the same town as her father, but without the family security he gave his two sons.  She returns vowing to have her revenge.  What she doesn’t plan on is falling in love with the most handsome lawyer she’s ever met.

Charles Harrison’s past is one he wishes he could forget.  He’s a lawyer with a reputation for helping the underdog.  When Casey waltzes into his life, all the bad things he’s tried to hide come back to haunt him.  How will he manage to win the girl and bury the past once and for all?

Here’s an excerpt from the upcoming Casey’s Gunslinger

Charles Harrison enjoyed a good cigar more than anything, well, almost anything.  He’d have to say a pretty woman was the best thing a man could enjoy.  Watching a lovely lady walk away was a favorite pastime.  The way her hips swayed causing her skirt to swing side to side in a lazy, come here cowboy, kind of way.  Yes, a pretty woman was special.  Most of them he knew in Tyler and most knew him quite intimately.  Though the memories were fond, they left his mind completely as the delicate young thing in a blue traveling suit stepped off the noon stage.

Charles’ heart stopped.  Well, it stopped for a second at any rate.  Her blond hair showed white in the sunlight.  Her trim figure was petite.  Yes, a delicate little lady to be sure.  At the moment, she wasn’t a happy little lady, though.  No, the baggage handler for the noon stage out of Shreveport had dropped her bags in the dirt without a care for their condition.  The disgust at the insult showed ripe in her cornflower blue eyes.  Charles smiled over his cigar.  Things were about to get interesting.  She sashayed up the steps of the Wells Fargo office with a purpose.  Any fool could see that.  Rapping smartly on the ticket window, she turned slightly and pointed to her bags lying in the dust of the street before glaring at the man atop the stage and proclaiming him the villain with another jab of her finger.

Charles lowered his chair to four legs on the plank walk in front of the mercantile.  Standing, he took a moment to stretch out the kinks.  He’d had a busy morning and relished in the opportunity to enjoy his one vice, a nice imported cigar all the way from Havana.  Expecting his latest client to get off the stage, he was slightly irritated when he didn’t.  That was until she arrived.

Watching the scene transpiring across the street, Charles agreed with the idea he was lucky to be present.  No one, he was acquainted with, could hold a candle to the fine boned, yet curvy blonde with the rosebud mouth, tiny waist and breasts that could fill a man’s hands nicely.  Oh, yes.  Things were looking up.  He smoothed the front of his brocade vest and straightened his coat.  The coal black hair with a sprinkle of gray, which had only recently been trimmed, brushed the edge of his collar.  Stepping off the board sidewalk, Charles squinted right, then left, an old habit.  One he wouldn’t lose anytime soon.  With a hand on the revolver strapped to his left leg, he walked out into the street.

Her voice rang with irritation and accusation.  Continuing to point at the Wells Fargo employee, she did her best to get the ticket clerk to understand, she’d been rudely treated and demanded an apology.  Her chin jutted.  Her hand riding along her hip for emphasis, she cast quite a sight standing there in the noonday heat.

Reminding himself, he needed to breathe, Charles stepped up to introduce himself.  “Pardon me, miss.”  A tip of his dark Stetson which rode low over his forehead and a neat, gentleman’s bow and Charles looked up to be assailed by the most angelic face he’d ever seen.  Normally, he’d share his name and title with the potential conquest.  However, he couldn’t get the words out.  His throat had gone bone dry and he feared he might choke on his tongue.

The young woman acknowledged his presence with only the slightest flicker of her eyes.  Then stepping backward, she lost the support of the platform and began clutching at thin air.  A panicked whimper of alarm and those lovely eyes grew wide.

Reacting on instinct, Charles shot out a hand, grabbing her arm before hauling her in and up against his solid body.

Their eyes met.  Their blue had shifted to stormy clouds of confusion and fear.  A minute passed before she released the breath she’d been holding and shoved at his chest.

“Easy, sweet thing.  I got you.”  He’d found his tongue, all right.  He wasn’t sure about the hoarseness in his reply.  It took Charles another minute to understand, she’d been able to regain her footing and wanted him to let go.

“Do you mind, sir?”  Cool and crisp, the words coming from her lips sounded like music to his ears.  Never had a songbird sounded so sweet.

“My apologies, ma’am.  Are you unharmed?”  He wondered at his stupidity.  Unharmed?  The only one not harmed was she.  He’d been dealt a mortal blow.  A heat radiated up from his toes all the way to the point on his chest where her breasts had slammed against him a few minutes ago.  His gut clinched at the look in her eyes.  That crystal clear glint told him he wasn’t high on her list of respectable persons at the moment.

“I’d appreciate you unhanding me, sir.”

He still held her wrist.  Christ, she’d most likely have a bruise.  “Forgive me.  I startled you.  It wasn’t my intention.  I hope you’re all right?  My name is…”

“I’m fine.” she snapped.  Sidestepping him, the young woman tried again to gather herself and headed for the ticket window once more.

Dazed and confused.  Charles seldom experienced the particular reaction to anything or anyone.  This was the exception.  He’d try again.  Surely, he could make amends for such a social blunder.  Perhaps a meal at the hotel would smooth her ruffled feathers.

Turning, she came face to face with his wide shoulders.  “Pardon me, sir.  I must retrieve my bags.”

Charles touched the brim of his hat with his first two fingers.  A gesture of gentlemanly politeness in this part of the world.  “Let me help you with those.”  Wheeling, he managed the steps with a masculine fluidity.  “I’d like to make up my breach in manners with the offer of a small repast at the local diner.”  He glanced in the direction of the Hotel Tyler, the only hotel in Tyler and one of only two eateries in town.

“I…”  Irritation and then confusion swept across her face before she composed herself once more.  “I don’t eat with strangers.”  She shifted to gaze at the sidewalk and the pedestrians strolling up and down the boards.

“My name is Charles Harrison.  I’m an attorney here in town.”  He had trouble with something as simple as an introduction, why did he think he’d carry on a conversation with her.

“Attorney?”  She tilted her pretty head to the side.  “Are you honest?”

The question, filled with pure innocence could have come right up out of thin air instead of her pink lips.  “I try to be.”  The answer wasn’t a lie, he told his conscious.  Arguably stretching the truth wasn’t a lie was it?  “Why, are you in need of legal assistance?”

Her lush bottom lip protruded for an instant before she clamped her lips between her teeth.  With a good shake of those lovely blonde curls, she sidestepped this time to avoid his close proximity.  “No, I just wondered, is all.”  She fanned the air with a tiny-gloved hand.  Peering up at the sun beaming down on the hard backed Texas dirt, she wrinkled her nose.

He’d died and gone to heaven.  Never before in his thirty-five years had he witnessed a more perfect combination of innocence and sexuality in a woman.  Where in God’s great kingdom had this woman come from?  The temperature must be rising.  It was hot as hell standing there in front of the Wells Fargo office.  “Here, let me get you out of this sun.  You’ll melt.”  Extending a hand, he moved closer and laid his other hand in the small of her back.  The contact vibrated along his arm and struck him in the chest with a force equal to any blow by a man’s fist.  Such a tiny thing at barely five foot, he mused.  He was a good foot and a half taller than she was.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name, miss…”  Hoping she’d fill in the blank, he walked beside her carrying her carpetbags and wondering why he was sweating.  The color of her skin wouldn’t stand much of the sun.  He hoped he got the chance to take her riding one evening soon when the burning rays wouldn’t be a problem.  Mentally shaking himself, Charles wondered where that had come from.

“Miss, I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.”  Repeating his inquiry, Charles waited.

“Uh, I’m Cassandra St. Clair.”  Her eyes darted nervously right and left.

“Cassandra St. Clair,” each word garnered the same weight on his tongue.  “Your first time to visit Tyler?”  He opened the door to the Hotel Tyler, allowing Cassandra to go first.  The lobby of the hotel was cool, the coolest place he’d been all day.

“No.”

“Well, you’ve probably eaten here before.  You may have had Jessie’s famous pecan pie.  I hope you like pie.”  Trying for a companionable smile, Charles escorted her toward the red ropes at the entrance to the small restaurant located in the rear of the hotel lobby.

A small booth along the back wall was perfect place to ease into a conversation with an attractive young lady.  Charles commended himself for having a talent when it came to the fairer sex.  He’d just never seen the fairest until now.  “I don’t mean to be nosey, but are you passing through or staying?”

“I plan on staying.”  With eyes downcast, she toyed with her silverware.  The napkin in her lap needed an adjustment as well.

Her jawline held a stubborn line he’d love to trace.  Her eyes shined with expression although she said nothing.  When her cheeks flushed with his question, he felt his toes curl in his boots.  This female ignited a fire he didn’t want to extinguish.  “Do you have a place to stay, relatives or friends?”

“I…”  A slow release of breath followed her broken reply.  “No, I don’t have a family or friends.  Is the hotel a safe place for a woman?”

Charles eased back in his chair.  She’d struck a chord.  He could definitely relate to being alone, no father, no mother, and no family.  Thankfully, he’d had friends, good friends he could count on.  Everyone needed someone they could count ‘on.  “Let me say this.  I have an opening for a secretary in my office.  There’s a small cottage out back that I rent.  It’s vacant.  You’d be welcome to stay there if you like.”

Her lovely jaw tightened.  She scooted to the edge of the seat and slid her reticule over her arm.  “I don’t need your charity, Mr. Harrison.  I can take care of myself.”

“Wait a minute.”  He didn’t understand why he wanted her to say yes, just that if she didn’t he’d have to kidnap her.  “It’s not charity if I’m offering you a job.”  He’d moved to the edge of his side as well.  Don’t you plan on working?”  Aggravated he sounded like a parent, he tried again.  “I mean, you’ll need to support yourself.  A secretary’s a respectable position.”

She stalled out within two steps and turned slowly, as if she were mulling the offer over in her head.  “What does it pay?”

With a smile, he rose, giving her an easy tug back to the table.  “Well, let’s see. The last secretary said I was too stingy with her rate.  How does a dollar a day sound?”

Those hypnotic blue eyes widened to pools of lapis blue.  “A dollar a day?  You must be doing quite well.  Are you the only attorney in town?”

He tried.  Still, he couldn’t stop the laugh that broke the silence.  “I am.  Do you suppose that has anything to do with my success?”  Grinning despite himself, he motioned for the waiter to order.

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Well, what do you think?  I’m quite interested in knowing your opinion.  Please leave a comment below.  I plan a large release party early next year and would love to add your names into the drawing for several free ebook copies as well as a signed paperback of Casey’s Gunslinger.  In the meantime, the first book in the series is Comanche Haven.  You can start reading book one immediately with this link: http://tinyurl.com/mtsnlky

Now in paperback at Amazon. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006I69S7G
Now in paperback at Amazon. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006I69S7G

Thanks for dropping by and best wishes for a wonderful holiday season!

a list of damn good blogs and why you should read them

Great suggestions from kizzylee:

a list of damn good blogs and why you should read them.

 

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